More limits

I had to call it an early day to day and stop work around 2 p.m.

Well, to be fair and accurate, I did work till 11 last night, and I started at 6:30 this morning. Deadlines were waiting, and it was time-sensitive work.

So technically, I didn’t call it an early day. I already had almost 8 hours under my belt for today alone. And yesterday I was going from — oh, hell, I can’t even remember what time I started.

I haven’t been feeling well. Mentally and emotionally, I’m pretty good, but physically I feel like I’ve been trampled by elephants. I’ve not had a real weekend off for some time, and all the travel from the past several months has really done a number on me.

So, I checked out this afternoon and laid down. I tried to sleep – managed to nap a little bit – and just lay there. Checking Facebook, and reading news.

It’s not rest, I know, to do that, and it was stupid. But I felt like it. It felt good.

But I can’t do that anymore today.

I’m getting offline and getting some supper.

Everything else can wait.

Till later.

Right now, I just need to rest.




Author: brokenbrilliant

I am a long-term multiple (mild) Traumatic Brain Injury (mTBI or TBI) survivor who experienced assaults, falls, car accidents, sports-related injuries in the 1960s, '70s, '80s, and '90s. My last mild TBI was in 2004, but it was definitely the worst of the lot. I never received medical treatment for my injuries, some of which were sports injuries (and you have to get back in the game!), but I have been living very successfully with cognitive/behavioral (social, emotional, functional) symptoms and complications since I was a young kid. I’ve done it so well, in fact, that virtually nobody knows that I sustained those injuries… and the folks who do know, haven’t fully realized just how it’s impacted my life. It has impacted my life, however. In serious and debilitating ways. I’m coming out from behind the shields I’ve put up, in hopes of successfully addressing my own (invisible) challenges and helping others to see that sustaining a TBI is not the end of the world, and they can, in fact, live happy, fulfilled, productive lives in spite of it all.

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