When I woke up Saturday morning (meaning 2 PM), I felt distinctly under the weather. Unlike my 23 year old self, I didn’t want to run on fumes and I took it easy Saturday night, coming home after a late dinner party and Sunday, rushing home from Carrie Fisher’s amazing dress rehearsal for Wishful Drinking to make sure I’d be well rested for work on Monday.
I tend to enjoy my dayjob in the law office when I feel like I’m in good form, mentally and physically, and when I don’t feel behind on my work and when my ego/insecurity roller coaster is stabilized by being able to excel at my tasks and feel appreciated. On good days like that, I feel like I know who I am in relation to my job and I’m at peace with it. I wasn’t tired on Monday, but I definitely felt like I was coming down with something. One of the lawyers I work for even asked about it – I guess he can tell the difference too.
I decided to cancel my plans for the next two nights and go straight home from work and get in bed hoping to recover, to catch up on any rest my body was still missing from the weekend. I took a Benadryl at like 9 and was able to sleep for almost 11 hours.
When I woke up groggy on Tuesday, I blamed the Benadryl and was off to work with the conviction that I was fine and that I could have a good day at work. I was not and I did not.
26. September 2009 at 9:14 am
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