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.