So, I have to take a quick mental health break right now and . . . confess, vent, whine? (not quite sure the right word). In any case, I hope I'm not alone in this, but I have this awful habit of letting really random things derail me from all other tasks. For instance, last night we were out working in the yard. We were finally cutting down the forest of grass to a more manageable field (we're working with push mowers and clippers here people) and finally got our vegetables planted. I was going to do just a few more things before heading in, when I finally looked down to see why my wrist was feeling so weird. I was shocked to see that the vein in my left wrist was all big and swollen--the whole middle part of my wrist was blue. I started panicking and ran to show Royce. He was not that impressed or worried. But I was panicky (I don't know why--I've just never had that happen before) and I even started getting light-headed and nauseated.
We decided to just watch it for awhile, but all I could will myself to do was sit on the couch in front of the TV. I called my doctor-brother and my mom to get their opinions on whether or not I needed to worry about it, but everybody thought it was probably fine. (I think I'm one of those people that likes everyone else to overreact, and then I can play the part of the calm, cool, level-headed person).
As a result, I did not do the laundry like I had planned, I did not shower like I had planned (I was covered in bug-spray and didn't want to bring the bug-spray to bed with me), but rather I sat on the couch in self-pity, making Royce bring me bowls of cereal and what-not. If only this were a one-time event, but I find myself allowing these excuses far too often. Maybe it's the Spirit prompting me to not over-exert myself (ha! I seriously doubt I'm in danger of over-exertion).
