Fine. I accept that I’ve overdone it. That I haven’t been resting or allowing myself to get better. That I am impatient, frustrated, and sad. But that I need to stop, take a step back, and do nothing but focus on my recovery.
So plans have been cancelled. Work shifts were dropped. The calendar cleared. I am going against everything in my DNA, but I just cannot bear to drag out this recovery any longer, and my actions have only been working against me.
I will not attempt to live my normal life. I will not hang upside down. I will keep my head elevated above my shoulders. I will hydrate and sleep as much as possible. I will do the best that I can to manage my professional life, even though staring at a computer screen and concentrating for too long are challenging.
This totally and completely blows. But I have accepted my fate.