Sleep. Sweet Sleep.

15 hours of sleep.

15!!

WHO DOES THAT?

Apparently, this girl does.

Friday morning started off a little shaky with a burning belly and tired eyes.  Stomach issues are nothing new in my world.  They have a long history with me that almost always tie back to stress/life events, but I’ve learned over the years how to control them.  Or rather, not control the stomach issue itself, but control my reaction.

So, to get my mind off how I felt, I opted for the Harley as my mode of transportation to work.

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The morning air felt good in my lungs.

The rising sun burning off the morning fog was beautiful to see.

Two wheels was just what I needed to start my Friday.

Unfortunately, it didn’t clear the pains in my stomach and on top of that I was getting this feeling of complete exhaustion creeping in.   I called it a day at 1pm, crawled on my beautiful blue baby and made my way home.

And I was out like a light by 2pm.

Sleep.

Sweet Sleep.

Was to be at a meeting at the YMCA at 6, but the thought of driving 48 miles round trip for a 30 minute meeting, just didn’t seem like a smart decision.   I HATE making those kinds of decisions.

Am I the only one who really struggles with calling in or leaving work early because you just don’t feel good?   It doesn’t matter if I am on my death bed or just feel run-down, I struggle with what other people think.

That’s a downfall.   I shouldn’t worry about what others think.  We are to look out for ourselves, after-all.

A little more sleeping on the couch ensued and at 8pm I called it a night and crawled into bed.    The next time my eyes opened up?

7am

A total of 15 freaking hours of sleep.  I almost can’t believe it. I am the girl who gets 6-7 hours of sleep each night and my mornings always start between 4:15-4:50 on the weekdays and 630 at the latest on the weekends.  It’s just how my body works.

I guess my body had a very different idea on what sleep should be this time around.

Whatever works.  I rolled with it.

And so far this Saturday morning, I am feeling quite alive.  Let’s hope it stays that way.   We’ve got a full weekend of face makeup, costumes, a Halloween Party and packing for my 1pm flight to Chicago on Sunday.  Don’t get too excited.  It’s for work, not play.

Cheers to a beautiful day!

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3 thoughts on “Sleep. Sweet Sleep.

  1. I sure hope you feel better! Sometimes our bodies just need a BREAK! 🙂

  2. Sure hope you’re feeling better by now, yes?
    Beautiful tree silhouette

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