Three full days of training at a Burridge workshop, plus starting my own class this week sent me early to bed each day. I have been waking up sore and achy, but that fades in an hour or two and by the time I get to class I am ready to absorb it all and get some work done. Then I go go go and focus and don’t even realize my body is annoyed until I try to walk to my car at the end of the day and my legs don’t want to work. By the time I am nearly home it hurts to press the gas pedal and hold the steering wheel. I have crawled into bed where my family has met me each night with dinner and we have all eaten in my bedroom and watched the daily show and in the morning I do it all over again.
That’s one wonderful thing about this illness, over doing it won’t cause any permanent damage or put me in the hospital, it just all adds up until I can’t get out of bed for a while. Today is that day. On top of my body refusing to move today, which I rather expected, my head hurts like a small bomb went off in my brain. Its the worst migraine I have had in weeks.
But today I have the luxury of not having to do a thing, and my body is telling me that is exactly what it will demand. Still I am glad I made it through my workshop that I worked so hard to earn the money to take; and I feel so fortunate to have a job that I love that has short manageable hours that I always seem to handle no matter how I feel.