A productive day, all in all.
With my eyes firmly on the prize (our departure for Tokyo next week) I got the head down and tore through my task list in work this morning. I actually got so much done that I managed to leave the office early and get to the gym.
I know, I was shocked too. It has been β¦
π§ Another evening when my thoughts turn to simplifying my life and deleting some social media accounts. There are just too many of them for me to maintain, too many subscriptions, too much…hassle.
The irony that I’m writing about wellbeing and self-care on my professional blog, while sitting here with a head cold, isn’t lost on me! Still, I’m feeling a lot better this morning, and I don’t have to leave the apartment. And you can bet that my weekend will be starting early this week.
I’m wishing I could sweat out this cold in the sauna in my old apartment building.
My routine was simple. Iβd bring a book or a magazine, an alcohol-free beer (chilled to the max in preparation), and toddle down to the sauna for about an hour. Several sessions in the heat. Several very cold β¦
I truly believe that sleep cures all.
Yes, I’m still feeling decidedly grim, my throat still hurts and I have the most annoying ticklish cough. But I don’t have a headache, I’m not aching all over, and I don’t have the urge to curl up in bed and hide under the duvet. β¦
So I made it through this morning’s must-do online meeting with a client. My voice held up - just.
Now I can relax with a hot drink until 3pm. Then, it’s a webinar I need to run for a different client. As soon as that’s done - should be about 30mins - I’ll be heading home for β¦
I woke with one of them yesterday morning: a tiny scratch at the back of my throat. Not painful, just noticeable. It got worse throughout the day - bearing in mind I had several calls and a podcast interview to record - until after work, when my voice began to disintegrate completely.
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I woke to complete darkness this morning, a rough reminder that we’re now in October.
I didn’t grow up in tropical climes. Unless you consder Dublin a haven of sunshine and warm breezes. (It is not). But even now, in the midst of my forty-eighth year on this planet, I’m still not β¦
I had fully intended to have a lie on this morning, with my first appointment not until 9am. But no, my brain sabotaged my plans and left me sitting up in bed well before dawn, sipping coffee and cursing my luck.Β
π§ It was one of those days when my brain just didn’t cooperate.
It hasnβt happened in quite a while, but today I had an epileptic seizure at work.Β Iβm lucky, in that most of my seizures tend to take the form ofΒ βabsencesβ - where I just zone out while my brain basically reboots.
This isnβt a βNew Year, New Meβ announcement or anything. Just the stark realisation that Iβve for some work to do before I can feel comfortable in these shorts again.
I return to London feeling lots better, with a ton of notes and plans for personal and professional life. I experience a kind of inspiration there that I donβt get anywhere else.Β It just works, which is why I go back every year.
ππΌ Made it to the gym again after work this evening.
A much nicer elliptical workout, while watching some ‘Tokyo Vice’'. Why though, do some people go to the gym for the sole purpose of making phone calls? Not while exercising, while sitting on machines and not moving a muscle.
ππΌ Made it to the gym for a very half-hearted workout on the elliptical. Brought me to a total of 10km of walking today, which isn’t bad. Let’s see what I manage tomorrow.
I’m back on the beach in Sitges in two weeks, so every little helps. Right?
I’ve had a client webinar cancelled at the very last minute, so instead of mainlining political news all over again, I’m going to head downstairs to the gym and get some exercise. A much better use of my time.
ππΌ I had the gym in our building all to myself this afternoon.
Until the last ten minutes of my workout, when this giant beast of a neighbour came down, dressed in street clothes, and chose the treadmill next to me for… a walk. And a telephone conversation. While on speakerphone. Loudly.
I β¦
Having to start university all over again, but couldn’t find my degree certificates to prove I didn’t need to.
Somehow finding myself signed up for a maths and statistics degree. Not psychology.
Accidentally donating all my clothes to a charity shop and then having to ask for them back.
I have absolutely no idea what my brain is trying to tell me with all this nonsense. Though it wold at least be fun if I didn’t wake up in a panic at the end of each one. Sleep? I don’t know her…
π΄ Last night’s sleep destroyed by a horrible dream that I was in Egypt, stuck in a hotel due to some kind of coup, and unable to find my passport. Gunfire and screams outside. It all felt so, so real. Woke in a panic and had to check it was where I always keep it.
Aaaargh. My hay fever is off the scale this morning. Feeling utterly miserable and I haven’t even left the apartment yet. Eyes streaming, constant sneezing, itchy all over. Seems my meds aren’t doing a thing today.
Despite being woken up by a malfunctioning fire alarm at 4am, I’ve been vaguely productive this morning!
Finished the edits and published my lastest work YouTube video, survived a client call regarding a new project, and with the help of even more coffee, I’m going to run a webinar in about 30mins from now.
I am, however, going to wrap up work as soon as that’s finished. I may need a very short nap to get through the rest of the evening.
π± An awful night’s sleep, punctuated by the worst possible nightmares.
Seems like each time I went back to sleep, I slipped into another awful (imaginary) situation. Robbery, mugging, job loss… one after another. Sitting here with a coffee, reminding myself none of it was real.
Iβd like to say the worst bit of yesterdayβs MRI was the noisy machine.
Iβd like to say it was the scratching and uncomfortable line inserted awkwardly into a vein in my left arm.
Indeed, it would be nice to tell people that the worst part of the experience was the half-litre of gloop they made me β¦