After my scare yesterday, I spent most of my night on the couch in between vomiting. I still don’t quite know what’s wrong with me, but I feel a little better now.
But through the day, I was less worried about how I was feeling and more concerned about all the things that I’m not doing. All the work that is piling up while I recover from whatever I’m going through.
How did I end up like this?
I always wanted a life of freedom where I didn’t have to be worrying about all the things I can or cannot do, but yet still I ended up here.
It’s a choice, I know. I choose to act this way at the moment. I could say that I will change my ways and put more priority on myself and my health, but that’ll be empty promises.
At least I can say today I didn’t check my phone messages or email. I’ll deal with that another day. For now, I’ll try to relax and get better.