When even the predictable becomes unpredictable

I have left the house twice in the last four days.  Well, that’s if you don’t don’t a trip to the basement of my apartment building.  Trust me, that wasn’t so exciting.

As I said before, I haven’t been feeling right over the past few days.  I noticed it early, and I did the right thing by staying in the house and resting.  That seemed to work, so yesterday I went to the grocery store.  This was a small trip.  I drove my car, I parked close, and I know the store well, so I just got the things I needed and then left; I wasn’t wandering around.  Still, I knew immediately that it was too much.  I stayed in last night and watched a movie.  I didn’t exert myself, or even open up the computer to write.  Still, I woke up this morning feeling off again.

This happens sometimes.  The timing tends to be unpredictable, but at least the treatment is predictable.  Or at least, it was.  Every other time this has happened, by the third or fourth day (today) I would either be really sick or completely better.  I don’t know why it’s dragging on this time.  I guess it just goes to show that we can do our best to take care of ourselves, but even the predictable can surprise us.

I’m glad that I’m not working now, because it means that I didn’t try to go to work like I normally would.  Instead, I turned off my alarm and slept late, which definitely helped.  I cancelled my plans for today (and I had been looking forward to them!) and I rested.  I have no doubt that I’d be doing much worse if I was pushing myself.

The big question mark is tomorrow.  I’m not hosting Thanksgiving, but I am supposed to provide the only veggies on the table, so I hope I feel up to cooking them.  Besides, if I don’t cook, what will I do with the 4 pounds of brussels sprouts in my fridge?  As hard as it is, especially for a control freak like me, I know I just have to relax and rest tonight, and wait to see what tomorrow brings.  If I can do it, that’s great.  If not, so be it.  We all have our limits and these are mine.  How do you handle yours?

In the meantime, I’m getting really sick of watching tv.  And this is coming from a self-described couch potato.  I really need to get out of the house.  Hopefully soon…..

 

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