Today I woke up feeling terrible. I had not been able to find a comfortable sleeping position. My body was aching all over. My feet insteps were cramped. My legs felt bruised all over. My arms were too havy to lift and my hands were clenched in claws. You can say I was feeling the worse for wear.
My alarm had been set early to give me time to pack up Wardog again for another evening on the water, but today I use my time more efficiently to slowly make my way through a simple morning routine. Get dressed in a shirt and pants. Nothing that requires buttons or buckles. No time for make up or a nice hair-do, as it’s already taken long enough to get this far. Grab a bag of nuts, some fruit, brown rice and already boiled egges. Lock the door and drive to work.
The toll for some fun on the water is a day of rest. I am in good spirits all day. You see the pain is semi-self-inflicted, not a sporadic event. Arthur never leaves, he just hangs back. This is him reminding me he has a say. Just like yesterday, when I reminded him that I am the one in control. The pain goes after lunch and the afternoon gets better. I spend sometime planning to do my laundry.
When you have a bad day no one understands how you feel or how to help. They just take it in and work around it. When you get better they get even more confused at how you could be how you were, and how you now are. Hell, even I don’t understand how I can do what I do sometimes. I just know that either is possible and to take advantage of the good times.
Which is why it should not surprise you to know that this afternoon after work I am felt much better. So good, in fact that I didn’t do my laundry, I went for a ride. Just 10km’s. Not too far, but enough to know who’s boss.