Cheese & Whine

Whine is exactly what I did when I got home yesterday from our state fall Chi Alpha retreat. I finally gave in to the fact that I was sick. I then laid in my bed and cried as I whined about not feeling good. I wasn't whining to anyone, just myself.

I realized in college that any time I finally admit I'm sick, I get all emotional and cry. I think it's because I'm never sick, at least not enough to really not feel well, and so when I finally hit that point I feel all frustrated and out of control.

Throughout high school and college I was on my dad's medical insurance and would always call him to make me a doctor's appointment on the like three occasions it needed to happen. Each time I would wind up on the phone in tears whining "I don't feel good." Reverting to my childhood I guess.

Boo for being sick! I have too much to do this week. I did go ahead and pick up a few over the counter things last night and went to be before 9pm. And today I went to work to take care of the things that had to be done, then I laid in bed the rest of the day. I'm realizing more and more that it's ok to take time to take care of myself. Otherwise I wind up having to take way more time in the end cause I let things get too far.

Until then......