I remember how wine used to have
A 6 hour window.
6 hours later, I was awake.
Listening to my heart beating
Fast and loud.
The new way.
Work and rest.
For some reason,
I’m still not 100%.
Walking is about to ramp up.
I have a slight case of sciatica
Probably form being in bed 5 days
It’s 6 weeks to the day
Of my collapse and hospitalization.
Sleep is a priority.
Why do we cheer when
People “get by” on 4 hours sleep?
Wouldn’t we function better
with more sleep?
I say never again
Then I do the same exact thing.
I didn’t prep my lunch
Or have a back up plan
And ended up ordering Uber Eats.
$30 for a few bites of disappointment.
I slept 14 hours after the garage sale
And I woke up late for work!
Fried Brussels Sprouts
With Ranch Dressing.
Cheeseburger no bun.
Hold my hubs please!
Looks like it was dropped on its head.
Not complaining.
Just reaffirming-
It’s better to wait and hope for better.
Cardiac appointment tomorrow.
No booze. No Advil.
Walking every day.
No carbs. No gluten.
I have really calmed down, as well.
I set better boundaries at work.
I take zero shit from anyone!
Also, my obsession with travel
Is back down to just desire.
I guess maybe I was using
The idea of travel
to keep myself motivated.
When it was really just exhausting
Getting through the days.
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