Mental Health Day
...yesterday, which I spent mostly sleeping.
I felt only very slightly guilty for skiving off work.
The thing is, I've only got about three, maybe three-and-a-half, months left here, and of course there are things to be planned and organized and dealt with, which means that I can't push the thought completely out of my mind. So I often feel unsure where "home" is right now, and if anything is bad for me, this is it. It's nothing I can't cope with, but from time to time the coping gets a bit too much, to which mind and body promptly react by demanding unusual amounts of sleep.
Luckily there is neither a lot of work to be done right now, nor does anybody get an additional workload if I take a sick day, and so I decided to do exactly that.
I slept in the morning, and then I had my massage, and then I slept clear through the afternoon. And again through the night -- this is a sure sign that I really need the rest; otherwise I wouldn't be able to go to sleep in the evening or to sleep yet another seven hours.
Sometimes I think that I'm a bit of a wuss, but OTOH I suppose everybody has their very own Achilles heel, and the "where's my home" thing is mine. Besides, taking care of myself and my needs is a good thing -- my mother being the constant example of the consequences of a) not caring for oneself, and b) living against oneself. I don't want to end up like this; given the longevity of both paternal and maternal part of the family, I might live to 90+, and I intend to do so in good health.
So there.
I felt only very slightly guilty for skiving off work.
The thing is, I've only got about three, maybe three-and-a-half, months left here, and of course there are things to be planned and organized and dealt with, which means that I can't push the thought completely out of my mind. So I often feel unsure where "home" is right now, and if anything is bad for me, this is it. It's nothing I can't cope with, but from time to time the coping gets a bit too much, to which mind and body promptly react by demanding unusual amounts of sleep.
Luckily there is neither a lot of work to be done right now, nor does anybody get an additional workload if I take a sick day, and so I decided to do exactly that.
I slept in the morning, and then I had my massage, and then I slept clear through the afternoon. And again through the night -- this is a sure sign that I really need the rest; otherwise I wouldn't be able to go to sleep in the evening or to sleep yet another seven hours.
Sometimes I think that I'm a bit of a wuss, but OTOH I suppose everybody has their very own Achilles heel, and the "where's my home" thing is mine. Besides, taking care of myself and my needs is a good thing -- my mother being the constant example of the consequences of a) not caring for oneself, and b) living against oneself. I don't want to end up like this; given the longevity of both paternal and maternal part of the family, I might live to 90+, and I intend to do so in good health.
So there.