Day Seventy-Two: Sick and Half-Assing It

Up all night with some sort of headache/sinus thing. I’ve already written in to work saying I’m not coming in. But then I had to write a bunch of follow-up emails because I’m not going in. And I’ve realized I have to go in. Which sucks. I’ve muddled through a bit of walking-DVD exercise. I’m half-assing it.

Half-assing, wholly guilty

The tragedy is I don’t feel better when I half-ass it. I definitely don’t have it in me to give it my all. Some people get all professional wrestler when they’re ill, and push even harder. That’s not me. I’m not that guy. I’m proud of myself for getting out of bed AT ALL.

But I still feel bad. I have a countervailing inner “but couldn’t you have tried harder?” voice in my head. I can’t even enjoy half-assing. It’s a pain.

So I’m feeling too under the weather to get my head in the game. But I’m in the game enough to feel bad to not be giving it my all. It’s a no-win; headaches suck. This is also the second time this winter that I’ve gotten some sort of weird sinus-headache going on, and I’m hoping it’s not a Thing for me now.


On the bright side, “evening check in” went well yesterday; it really did help with my evening grazing, I think.


Day Forty-Seven: I Have A Headache

I have a headache. I don’t get them often, but when I do, they’re doozies. Started yesterday afternoon, pounded all through the day. It woke me up in the middle of the night to take acetaminophen at 2 a.m. and lie in bed listening to Bill Evans, jazz pianist (a recording; I do not know Bill Evans, jazz pianist, and also he has been dead for 30+ years).

On the bright side, I’ve just discovered I know how to spell acetaminophen. That’s talent.

Headache strategies

I wish I had clever headache strategies. To be honest, the strategies are take painkillers, try to stay in dark rooms, avoid loud noise. Drink lots of water, but that’s more just general good advice.

I’d love nothing more than to go back to bed, pull the covers over my head, and listen to the smooth jazz piano of Bill Evans, but there’s work to be done at work, and it won’t do itself. I wish I worked as a jazz pianist, but I do other stuff, and it’s already piling up due to some other things that went on this week.

I guess the one strategy was abdicating hard exercise in favour of stretching, which is something I hate doing and I am very, very bad at (I can’t touch my knees, let alone my feet) despite being in okay shape. But one of the headache theories is that this is a stress headache, so I thought stretching might help my exercise for the day.

It didn’t.

New working theory is that this is a sinus thing; I’ve had a cold all week, and I certainly feel this pressure in my sinuses. Not much to be done about that except fluids and patience.

For now, I have a headache. This doesn’t affect my three-legged stool; the trifecta remains solid and I’m maintaining that hard focus on food. But it’s a lousy day. Bah.