Today is one of those days where it started off a lot worse than it ended. Wednesday night, I worked at the IT desk in the GTL from 7 until 10. About 8 pm, I started to develop a splitting headache. Thinking it was a side effect from being sick these past couple of weeks, I sucked it up and finished out my shift, knowing that sleep was the only cure for it.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t.
I woke up at 7 am for my lovely Freshman Writing class. If you know me, I usually pop out of bed in the morning like a piece of nicely browned toast. I’m annoyingly cheerful and peppy. But when my alarm went off this morning, I could barely move to hit the snooze button. I’ve only ever hit the snooze button on accident, then I spring out of bed even faster saying frantic curse words because I don’t want my alarm going off in the shower and waking others up.
So I fell back asleep until my roomie’s alarm woke me up at 730. Today was the first time I just rolled out of bed and went to class. I just did not have the energy to get myself into a pair of jeans. I was just so physically exhausted, and my head was pounding even worse than it had been last night.
I wouldn’t have gone to freshman writing, but we had an in class essay that I thought I should take. I took it, and left promptly after to go back to bed and sleep until 10 am. Then I proceeded to stay in bed until about 11 when I realized that I was hungry and should probably take some meds. Which I did.
Oh and I got coffee. Coffee is a godsend in college.
I went back and laid down, did some reading, listened to music, drew a little bit. Took it easy. I guess today was a day just for myself. Sometimes I forget to do that. But it becomes necessary at some point. I think we all need some mental health days like the one I had today.
And what just made my day even better; I’m going to NYC over Thanksgiving Break with the boyfriend to see my one of my favorite shows before it closes. Yay!