Yesterday was apparently Sunday. I spent it in bed. Odd for me as I rarely spend a whole day in the safety of my bedroom, but my body must have needed time in the cocoon.
I woke with a terrible and pulsating headache that seemed to originate from the shoulder and neck region, and radiate up to the very top of my skull. After taking my regular medication for Crohn's disease and anxiety, plus some paracetamol, which is not alien to this sufferer of chronic pain, I slid back under the sheets and somehow immediately returned to slumber.
Usually, as Monday has now approached, I would write that 'lost day' in the cocoon off as a complete waste. But, it wasn't. My headache and general pain has subsided greatly, my face no longer feels like I have participated in a wrestling main-event, and I seem to be thinking clearer, and even functioning, after a fairly emotional past few days where I allowed myself to be consumed by the cycling and random negative thoughts occupying precious head-space.
The negative thoughts never seem to vacate, but they are definitely quieter at this present moment. I'm not in the cocoon, and plan on remaining in the communal living area, letting sunlight seep through the windows, as I sip my giant soy latte over ice, listen to the kittens playing, the bunnies eating fresh hay, and feeling the soft cotton of my home-clothes on my sensitive skin.
In an attempt to be kind to me, I shall embrace my time-out spent in the cocoon and the kindness shared by my housemate/best friend in this world, who not only checked on me, but frequented with offerings of green tea, snacks, and painkillers, and took full responsibility for the daily needs of the fur-babies. I got to rest, reboot my operating system, allow some pain to dissipate, and for that, I am grateful for yesterday; my body knowing, my best friend caring, and the cocoon.
I woke with a terrible and pulsating headache that seemed to originate from the shoulder and neck region, and radiate up to the very top of my skull. After taking my regular medication for Crohn's disease and anxiety, plus some paracetamol, which is not alien to this sufferer of chronic pain, I slid back under the sheets and somehow immediately returned to slumber.
Usually, as Monday has now approached, I would write that 'lost day' in the cocoon off as a complete waste. But, it wasn't. My headache and general pain has subsided greatly, my face no longer feels like I have participated in a wrestling main-event, and I seem to be thinking clearer, and even functioning, after a fairly emotional past few days where I allowed myself to be consumed by the cycling and random negative thoughts occupying precious head-space.
The negative thoughts never seem to vacate, but they are definitely quieter at this present moment. I'm not in the cocoon, and plan on remaining in the communal living area, letting sunlight seep through the windows, as I sip my giant soy latte over ice, listen to the kittens playing, the bunnies eating fresh hay, and feeling the soft cotton of my home-clothes on my sensitive skin.
In an attempt to be kind to me, I shall embrace my time-out spent in the cocoon and the kindness shared by my housemate/best friend in this world, who not only checked on me, but frequented with offerings of green tea, snacks, and painkillers, and took full responsibility for the daily needs of the fur-babies. I got to rest, reboot my operating system, allow some pain to dissipate, and for that, I am grateful for yesterday; my body knowing, my best friend caring, and the cocoon.