A Strange Feeling

I know, I've updated this blog a lot lately--when it rains it pours and when it is dry it is a drought! Tonight I am feeling like I generally do when I am under the weather, GNARLY.

It came on throughout the afternoon. I started feeling hot and achy--which I attributed to 1. wearing a long sleeve shirt and dress slacks in 70+ weather and 2. my R.A. acting up a little bit. So, I didn't really worry too much. I'm on meds, I try to eat healthy (most of the time), I exercise regularly and I am on the Juice Plus system. So, I figured it was nothing to fret about.

As the afternoon progressed I changed into shorts and tank and still felt hot and achy and then toward late afternoon/early evening I felt the tentacles of a migraine creeping up on me. That, mixed with the other two symptoms and I began to get a sneaky suspicion about things. So, I did the wise thing and crawled into bed.

I tried to nap, really I did. I stayed in bed, but couldn't get comfortable (who can when they ache, are sweating but have chills and light and sound is an abomination?). So I moved out to the living room and figured I'd crash on my wonderful new sofa.

I once again tried to sleep, because quite frankly I don't feel good. It is one of those feelings where, if I was 20 years younger I'd be whining to Mom and Dad, and expecting them to make it go away. But, I've learned in my life that being sick doesn't just go away. The body has to fight it. And to fight the ' I don't feel good', I need rest.

YET--here I am at 2300 and I'm totally keyed up. I feel awful, but I can't sleep. I have all this false energy that is keeping me awake. My mind is saying "Do something" my body is saying "Rest and give me a chance to get better, for the Love, woman, rest already!"

Yes, I am it seems, a bit schizo tonight! I'm like this a lot when I get sick. I want to rest, I want to get better, I want to be able to do everything I have planned for tomorrow and Wednesday, but I can't seem to make my mind listen to my body. It is a strange feeling.

So I am here, typing, even though 'Stomp' is rehearsing in my skull while I'm attempting to do a world record number of barrel rolls in a fighter jet (or so it feels). It seems that I need to learn how to rest.

-JLK-