Encounters with an infamous wall
I’ve encountered the infamous Wall before. The only excuse I have for not recognising that I am rather near said wall is that it’s usually my head that hits the wall first, not my body.
Well; there’s a first time for everything and I do appreciate a good puzzle.
Although I do wish that I wasn’t this near said wall, I feel thankful that I stopped before my head hit it fully.
So here comes to downtime. Let’s see how long it takes to make this up to my body (and the part of my head that did nudge the wall). For now, there’ll be fewer working hours, less social outings, very much lying down or pottering around slowly for a while, as well as some more medical measures. It works, because I don’t work anymore, not like this. Or; I do work, some of the time, but not enough. And I’ve had to call in sick because my body was so wound-up that my brain and my tachycardia wouldn’t allow me to sleep, and calling in sick for lack of sleep is usually something I just refuse to do, but it’s inevitable at this point, so it works. It’ll have to work. I’ve been all alone, mostly in bed, for most of the time I haven’t been working for a while now. With some rather splendid exceptions like visits from fandom friends… which made everything rather sparkling and amazing in the midst of coming to terms with this.
It always takes me by surprise, so I shouldn’t say that it’s boring. In fact, it isn’t. It’s just the cycle of life when you have poor brakes and an inventive brain.
And I didn’t hit the wall this time. Almost.
