… or in this case, an all dayer.
Due to some recent bad judgment on pain medications my sleep schedule has been thrown nearly unforgivably out of whack. I don’t even want to mention the hour at which I finally lay to rest in the Monday to Tuesday transition. Nor do I desire to relinquish any information regarding the time I actually opened my eyes or how long it took me to finally rise. Let’s just say it was enough to induce this self imposed penance for my sin. My circadian rhythm would not allow me to do anything productive on Monday or Tuesday – that is something I feel I need to make up for.
Don’t worry, I’m taking it easy. There’s no serious self flagellation here. I am doing something constructive (knitting my new and wonderful leg warmers) as well as productive but not overly strenuous (dishes and laundry). In the downtime of machine cycles I’m watching episodes of long canceled TV shows on Netflix while I knit.
The original idea was to stay awake until a respectable hour and then turn in for a good NIGHTS sleep. Tomorrow I visit a dentist about my cracked tooth to determine its fate and I want to be back at a decent cycle for it.
However, I’ve developed a terrible headache. This could be the result of any number of things. Withdrawal from the pain meds? Dehydration? The fact that I was walking home for several blocks in the ice storm and I’d neglected to wear my good boots, so my feet were soaked to the ankle – and I’m just now coming down with something?
Any of the above are reasonable assumptions.
I have two loads of clothing that I put in the washers less than an hour ago – it will be a while before they finally come out of the dryer.
If this headache continues to be persistent I think I will call my good deeds done at that point. I will take one of my very long, hot, relaxing baths and then I will sleep. I think that will be enough to get me back to a place where I’m waking in the morning hours, shortly before my circadian clock will tell me it’s time to work – as it just did now – when it commanded me to put down my knitting, pause my show, and at least pump out one blog entry.
I think I just wanted to let everyone know I’m okay.
But, I also want to leave off with some notes on the boundaries of survival:
I know there are a lot of people out there who, like me, go into a sort of ‘fail mode’ when something critical has upset their internal meters on success. So many of us push ourselves so hard that we make ourselves sick or drive ourselves mad – either way we’re taken out of the game for a while and forced to rest.
Rest is not a bad thing.
Rest is a good thing.
However; rest, like all good things, must be kept in moderation in order for it to stay good.
I think we all need to take the occasional moment to reevaluate whether or not we’re keeping the right boundaries between work and life, activity and rest, pain and being in that floaty, happy place where pain can not touch us.
Fact of the matter is, too much work can kill a person, but so can too much rest. That makes both a threat to survival as a whole if they’re not kept in check.
Survivalism isn’t just about how well stocked your pantries and armories are. Survivalims has a lot to do with how well stocked one is on maintaining proper boundaries, be they physical, mental, emotional, internal or external. Boundaries are important.
So, take the time to take stock of what really matters, okay? After that, take a good long soak in a tub or cuddle with someone and watch a movie. Then go over your list again after you’ve slept on it. Above all, take care of yourselves. Be good to your bodies and be good to your minds.
Keep it simple…
… survive.