Yesterday, I was completely wiped out. Physically and emotionally, I just needed a "time out!"
My wife keeps reminding me that 20% of my brain is dead. "Cut yourself some slack," she admonishes me.
My parents had a very strong work ethic, and we could never be "lazy." Even though I have brain damage, I still feel lazy if I’m not doing something productive. Childhood habits die hard.
I saw my neurologist last week for my yearly check up. She’s always been concerned that I tried to do too much. I am trying to think about my "limits."
I’ve been involved with some recent stressful issues. My son’s health is one thing. Also, I also am the chairman of the board for the College of Western Idaho. Chairing those meetings and strategizing about campaigns and personalities has been more stressful recently.
In addition, yesterday was the sixth anniversary of my mother’s death.
So basically I just crashed and burned. A massive headache ensued. I got very emotional. The stress of my son’s diagnosis, dealing with college issues, and feeling helpless got the best of me.
My wife insisted that I take a headache pill prescribed by my neurologist.
I took a five hour nap yesterday. It helped.
But I still feel guilty. Blah, blah, blah.
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