When I’m sick, I tend to keep pushing on. My head tells me this is counterproductive but this other unreasonable and stubborn part of me only hears, “LA-LA-LA-LA”.
I was forced to see the doctor yesterday, not because my head finally won that battle, but due to a work situation. He listened as I described my body aching, sleepiness and ticklish throat. As soon as he said I had a low grade fever, that unreasonable part of me let go. Suddenly, I was “allowed” to be sick. In fact, he “ordered” me to be sick, to rest, to stay in bed.
It’s a funny thing being given permission to be sick. It’s also still a battle. Sleep beckons. Sleep is a necessity. However, the mountain at work and plans for this weekend’s birthday party are banging loudly on the door of reason.
I wonder if noise cancelling headphones might drown out the din?
Do you need permission to be sick?
Linking with Grace at With Some Grace for FlogYoBlogFriday (FYBF).