Don’t see me?
That’s because I’m under the yak. Yes. He’s sitting on me. And boy does it stink. (All puns intended).
For those who follow this blog on a somewhat regular basis, you know that when a yak sits on me, that’s code for, “I feel like a Mack Truck hit me.” Which is also code for, I’m sick.
While I at least know that my insane life-pace tends to shrug off rest (OK, “tends to” is an understatement. I get it), I am at least curious to know how you deal with being sick. Are you one of those who, as soon as you feel something coming on, hunker down, take the vitamins, and rest up? Or do you push yourself, shirking the stuff you know to do simply because you’re far too driven? Or are you somewhere in between? And what seems to work for you?
I know that I was down for the count on Sunday, but stayed faithful to 3 of my 4 scheduled meetings. Monday was my day off, so naturally I hunkered down. Then Tuesday, I was feeling a little stronger and went to work, then worship practice. Turns out that was a bad move, as today I got sat on by the yak again. Hard core. Slept until 12noon (ummm, can’t even remember the last time that happened), took a nap from 2pm-5pm, and planning on going to bed early.
So what’s your story? And feel free to lend me your secret family remedies (all legal methods, please. I’m not that desperate). ch: