Something I’ve always struggled with is admitting that I’m sick – my mother and I would have screaming matches when I was a teenager about going to school with something like a chest infection. I would literally be hacking up litres of phlegm and drag myself out the door insisting that I was in the peak of health. I was (and still am) the female version of Barney Stinson when it comes to my health.
This weekend I had a ridiculous reaction to some new medication I started. Long story short, it caused me to vomit (I’m talking projectile, it was coming out my nose…) for most of Sunday morning from around 3am. I then had to compete at a calisthenics competition, where I jumped and went upside down for three hours wanting to hurl, with blurry vision and a sneaky vom after one of the performances. I’ve been nauseous and shaky since Sunday, with elevated blood sugars that refuse to come down. As both my mother and housemate said, I “look like crap”.
The point of this post is to shame myself a little, to actually taking advice from people who want the best for me. I rang Nurse On Call last night, and in between vomiting she “highly, HIGHLY” recommended I call an ambulance.
Guess who didn’t call an ambulance.
My doctor recommended taking tomorrow off as well as today and Monday, as my “body needs time to recover”.
Guess who is going to work tomorrow.
I find it really hard to let myself be sick – I don’t like my body letting me down, and I have a stubborn “As long as I can still walk and talk I’ll be fine” mentality. This needs to change, but I can’t quite bring myself to do it just yet. Taking off Monday was a step – little by little I may get there!