Kitten Healing

I went back to the doctor yesterday because 4 weeks out from my illness I still have low energy and can’t even do half the things I want to in a day without getting woozy tired.  Like, “I’m going to fall asleep standing up if I don’t get horizontal now” tired.

The doc reassured me that my lungs sounded clear, which is good news.  What I didn’t want to hear was that I need to be patient with myself, take it easy, let my body heal, but also, work back up to full strength.

Those of you who know me know that “taking it easy” while “working back to full strength,” is the kind of middle path, listen to your body, moderation type directive that is not my default way of being. Historically, I’ve been more of a go-go-go, collapse, go-go-go, kind of girl.

So the unwanted gift of this illness is another opportunity to practice patience, tolerance, kindness, and love to myself with both the soft hand and the firm hand of kindness.

I knew I’d over scheduled myself the other day, but I plowed ahead anyway.  Today, less doing, more chilling with kittens. I’m gonna keep going.