This week, right in the busiest time of the year in my job, I had a planned minor surgery. In-and-out kind of thing, if you trust the web. All done and dusted within an hour.
Very convenient timing, I thought. I will avoid a couple of days’ stress at work and will have the perfect opportunity to recharge my batteries. So, although I thought it to be too good to be true, I quickly made my plans.
My surgery was due first thing on a Thursday morning, which would be an early start to the weekend of my recovery. I will rest it on the first day, and on the Friday will do some slow walks to gradually go back into the normal world.
Oh, and isn’t this the perfect time to book that haircut I badly needed, as kids will be at school. So, here I was, in anticipation of my well-deserved ‘me’ time. Needless to say, my plans also included that good book I hardly have time for… and, of course, some time at my computer (perfect excuse to convert some new followers for my blog!).
So, all nicely planned. Not that I wasn’t worried about the surgery (I was, actually, but that good book took my mind off things while waiting to be called in), but since the birth of my children, all this is bound to be a piece of cake!
On the day all went to plan. Or so it seemed. In an out within an hour and a half: close enough to the predicted timescale. The procedure was a success, so, after a huge sigh of relief, I was ready to go home and enjoy my relaxing sick leave (i.e., two days of ‘me’ time).
Little did I know what was actually planned for me. As soon as I got off the hospital couch, I felt those oh so well familiar visual disturbances… Oh no. It was a migraine, steadily heading my way. Damn.
The rest is in that black hole where a big chunk of my life has been disappearing over the years. My migraine hibernation black hole. Time just stops there. Literally. Slept through until 4 pm, then had an early night, got up to send the kids to school, went back to bed for a nap again… Only to realise that it was 1 pm on that long-awaited Friday I had all those exciting plans for.
So, turns out, I am not the best one to pull a sickie, am I. When I am off sick, I am sick. As simple as that.
Well, my optimistic plans obvously weren’t meant to be, but I did have my rest. I obviously needed it. I guess this is how my body tells me: ‘Enough is enough, it’s time to take a break from it all’.
All this sleep must have also helped me recover from the surgery, so maybe this time there was a meaning to that black hole…
And… as for that haircut and good book, I guess they’ll have to wait until I find some time.