So sleepy… but serene, too.

I stayed home from work today, and made a commitment to my body: I will do whatever you tell me to, if you promise me that you will work to heal.

I feel like my body clapped its hands giddily, smiled wide, and cheered, “Game on!”

So I gave my mind a vacation today (i.e., I put all of the planning and the “should”-ing aside), and said, “Body, it’s all you.  What’s your pleasure?”

Apparently, sleep was first and foremost on my body’s agenda.  Sleep, in large quantities.  Sleep, at deep intensities.

This morning I slept three hours past my usual wake-up time.  After a shower, breakfast, and a little emailing, my body returned me to bed for a mid-morning “nap”.  Ninety minutes later, I woke up just in time for lunch.  After a noon meal and a bit of Facebooking, my body informed me it wanted to be horizontal once again, and I returned to the bedroom for another 90-minute “siesta”.  Waking at 3 pm, I had a snack, read a few blog posts (and left a few comments), then rested in the living room chair – not fully asleep, but in a state I will generously call “semi-conscious”.  When my sweetie came home from work, we had dinner, then I wrote this blog entry, and now, once again, I feel my body nudging me towards the bedroom – a full 2 hours earlier than my usual retiring time.

But, I think my body is making good on our deal.  My sore throat is significantly less painful, my headache has quieted to muted pressure (that is easily subdued with acetaminophen), and the congestion seems to be leaving my sinuses (albeit slowly, but consistently).

We’ll see what tomorrow brings; but today, I simply enjoyed my ability (and good fortune) to take the day, and spend a large portion of it in our sunny, soft bed.


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A "serious" gal who is trying to remember to lighten up and smile.
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8 Responses to So sleepy… but serene, too.

  1. Touch2Touch says:

    Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care
    The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath
    Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
    Chief nourisher in life’s feast.
    Shakespeare, Macbeth

    We know Macbeth couldn’t sleep because of his guilty conscience; we know your conscience is pure as all that white stuff out there because you slept away the day!
    Smart lady — sleep really is a great healer.


    • Stef says:

      What beautiful prose for a sleepy day: “sore labour’s bath…balm of hurt minds…chief nourisher…” I did feel such soothing, balm, and nourishment from my many hours in bed; thank you (via our friend Will) for the wonderful words to articulate the beauty and power of this sense pleasure.


  2. carlaat says:

    Sleep is my favorite way to cure illness. Glad you’re starting to feel better!


    • Stef says:

      Thanks Carla! I think I moved from 40% yesterday to around 70% today. The trick now is to not over-do it (I’m usually an “over-zealous” type); but if I continue to restrain myself and lay low today, perhaps I can get to 80% by this evening? We’ll see… 🙂


  3. Lia says:

    Sleep is the best medicine! I was home sick this past week, too, and just slept. Felt so much better — and I’m glad you’re feeling better, too.


    • Stef says:

      Ugh, I’m sorry to hear you were ill as well. Seems like nearly everyone I know is either in the throws of illness, or only recently recovered… at least I’m in good company. 🙂 I’m glad to hear you are feeling better; I’m getting there, too. 😉


  4. dibahr says:

    I hope you are feeling better soon! I was sick last week too and it’s not fun. But I love the remedies you’re suggesting…I also applaud the Neti pot (or similiar versions) and you’re inspiring me to consider more Yoga. Here’s to your health!


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