🎵 The Drugs Don’t Work – The Verve (https://youtu.be/ToQ0n3itoII?si=oCZKblbx1oea54Zj)
Today’s been a proper mopey pyjama day for me, one of those days where my body and brain both looked at my to-do list and went, “nah”.
I couldn’t even motivate myself to do the easy stuff like reading, replying to messages, or even a half-hearted scroll through social media. Just me & my pyjamas, tiredness and a general feeling of “meh”.
I’ve stopped taking the painkillers, not because I’m being brave or stubborn (for once 😆), but because I don’t really need them anymore. Which sounds like progress until you realise the drugs were probably masking quite a lot of what my body was trying to tell me. Now there’s nothing buffering the messages, so today’s was “You’re still recovering, rest up!”
My stepdad came round at lunchtime and I was so glad to see him, but afterwards it was like someone pulled the plug out. Whatever bit of battery I had left disappeared and I crashed for the rest of the day.
I’m learning that recovery is not the neat little upward line I’d like it to be. It’s more like one of those squiggly lines and scribbles you do when you’re testing out a pen. One day I’m getting my nails done, popping into B&M and feeling like I’m getting back to normality, then the next day I’m in pyjamas all day wondering why replying to texts feels too hard.
As ever in my life, I seem to be an all-or-nothing kind of gal – full throttle or flat battery, out and about or doing nothing, salad or chocolate cake. There doesn’t seem to be much room in my world for a sensible middle ground 😆 Maybe I should try to get to that middle bit in between – the balance – a bit more!
Here’s hoping tomorrow I have a little more energy, a little more motivation, and slightly less pyjama sadness, but if not, then I reckon clean pyjamas and another day of resting still counts as progress ❤️
Sam x

PS these are flowers from work- so lovely & bright (unlike me today!)
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