It’s 2:35 p.m. and I just got out of bed. I tried to get up at 10:30. I took a bath and went right back to sleep. My head wasn’t even that bad, but I was completely spent. Reviewing the last three weeks, it’s not surprising. Since May 21, I have:
Surprised Hart with a trip to Portland over Memorial Day weekend. We had a great time wandering around different neighborhoods, going to the Saturday market and Powell’s Books, and visiting the rose and Japanese gardens. We stopped at my sister’s house on the way home to see her family and their four-week-old puppies. (Photo included to make this post a little cheerier.)
Rearranged almost all the furniture upstairs, switching the guest room to a media room/Hart’s office and our shared office to the guest room/my office. Plus we moved the guest bed into our room and our bed to the guest room, which required breaking down each frame and putting them back together. It is still a mess in progress, which is stressful in itself.
Spent five days in Minnesota for Hart’s college reunion. It was a fabulous trip, but we went all day long every day. We packed in as much time with his friends as possible, plus spent time with my best friend from college and Hart’s sister and brother-in-law.
Hosted a birthday party for Hart. Everyone brought food, but I still did some cooking. The lemonade for the tasty vodka-spiked punch had to be homemade. I enjoyed the entire party without pain or exhaustion, but drinking alcohol is rarely a smart move for a migraineur.
Then there was all the regular life stuff to keep up with: laundry, cooking, cleaning, blogging, exercising, yard work. . . .
In all this time, my head was in good shape. I aborted most severe headaches before they started. When my other migraine symptoms got bad, I rested. I’m most disappointed because I thought I was taking care of myself pretty well. I even rested proactively and had a massage.
Could I have done more to stay in balance? Or is this just too much to tackle in three weeks? This list seems completely reasonable to me. It’s not like I was booked all day every day and I had a great time. Will I ever learn how to balance?
2 thoughts on “Balance & Illness (and Always Pushing Myself Over the Edge)”
Wow, reading your schedule over the last three weeks makes me want some vodka laced birthday punch 😉
I just toasted you with some lemonade (sans vodka).
I think that a three-week period like that, though joyful, would wear anybody out. As for balance, I have observed in my own life that there is an ebb and flow of busy-ness. I try to respond to it as gracefully as I can, but sometimes everything just happens at once (like the kitchen remodel/plumbing replacement/cabinet delay/fix the sewer pipe three weeks that I recently had).
Even good times can be tiring. I’m glad, at least, that it was a good three weeks full of family, friends and travel. 🙂