Well, after relapse on top of relapse, and a stubborn streak that could have, or perhaps should have, landed me in the ER . . . I am going to be at home for a while. I’m hoping only about two weeks.
Apparently, I need to learn to relax. I can’t physically heal until my brain can calm itself to the point of serenity, or something resembling that.
I went to church this past Sunday, for the first time in years, and it was WONDERFUL. I cried through most of it, and it was JUST what I needed. Music. Singing. People who have known me since I was born. It was so nice to finally be home.
Today, I forced myself to only do a tiny bit of “work” from home. I’ll do a tiny bit tomorrow, and perhaps a tiny bit the next day. Only what truly *needs* to be done. Things with deadlines. Things that patrons want.
I took care of some online things (for home) that have been on my “to-do” list forever. I napped. A lot. A lot. I am still in my pajamas from yesterday.
So, noggin therapy tomorrow. I’m not even going to bother with makeup since I have been such a weepy, emotional mess lately.
And now, I have to get some energy together, to get my butt upstairs, brush my teeth, and wash my face.
This too shall pass . . .