So, I've been putting extra hours in at work. And I work an hour from home. So, assume I work a 10-hour day, plus two hours of commuting each way. Then, of course, I need around 8 hours of sleep. And an hour to get up in the morning and get ready for work (Shower, put on makeup, dress myself, pack a lunch). What does that give me?
Three hours. Three hours of free time. I was griping to a coworker about this, and she said "It does seem like that sometimes, doesn't it?"
... WHAT? Lady, it is that. Those are the numbers. I have 3 hours a day of "leisure time," and if I want more, I either have to work less or sleep less.
So, needless to say, I've been running myself ragged between stress and not sleeping (because, there's fun stuff to do guys!) and not really eating too well, either, and it finally all came to a head Saturday when I spent the entire day vomiting whatever went into my stomach because I had messed up my sleep schedule and made risky food choices.
I spent Sunday sleeping and trying to eat small amounts of food because the vomiting had been replaced with terrible hunger pains. I couldn't straighten my body to walk to the bathroom or even lie flat on my back, or else the cramps were so bad I would cry.
Today, I am sitting home on the couch. I don't really have any more pain, but my brain is so dead that I'm not comfortable going to my job... because I'm working on a lot of really important (to me) things and I'm afraid of making a mistake.
Anyway, there's no point to this post other than me whining. Sorry about that. I think that when I started writing it, I meant to give an excuse of why I haven't been around... but all the words just started pouring out.
Things will get better soon. Dan and I are looking for apartments that are closer to work. I'm going to finish these projects and they will be replaced with other, less stressful projects.
And I'm never, ever, ever going to eat a sandwich that I found in the back seat of my car again.
I wish you luck in finding a way to reduce your commute and finding more time for youself.
ReplyDeleteUh yeah ....the sandwich just might have been the culprit. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHope you are feeling better soon.
Woman, I hear ya. I'm the same way: not enough sleep and BAM! Everything's out of whack, there's a funny color streaming out my nose and if I haven't just come out of the bathroom to puke, I'm on my way in for that exact activity. No fun. I hope you're on the mend soon! And I'll cross my fingers that you guys find a great apartment much closer and without a crazy rent. Good luck!
ReplyDeleteugh oh….Never eat an old sammich!!!
ReplyDeleteGo for plain rice today and jello. work your way back up .
So sorry! You need more play time.. I agree!
You're allowed to vent however you want on your blog! I hope you feel better soon!
ReplyDeletePoor you! :( I hope you get better soon xxx
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, but I just came across your blog and I just have to know, as a health and safety person what made you think eating a sandwich that you found in the backseat of your car was an intelligent decision?
ReplyDeleteLet's just say it wasn't a high point in my life. Also... I'm now pretty sure that it was a virus because my boyfriend caught it a few days later xD Which is good because my before sandwiches shouldn't spoil... I mean, the thing was literally vegetables between two slices of bread.
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