A straw suddenly broke the camel's back. I'm not sure which one. It could have been that it seemed impossible to fit in a trip to the physio for knee advice around all the pressing appointments at work. My sleep hasn't been great for a while but over the last few days it's gone completely tits up. I awake in the early hours panicking about what I have to do. This needs nipping in the bud so I've been to the GP and been signed off many of my work duties for a couple of weeks. I'm also armed with a short course of sleeping pills to restore those ZZZZs. And yes there's time to fit in that rehab appointment so I might be able to walk again without pain. 'I thought you were quiet.' said Salty Dog when I told her news that I felt might come as a surprise. You see. They notice.
I pride myself on being resilient and strong and it's hard to share news about the toll that cumulative stressors have taken. Yet I do so as there will be others out there who need to stop the hamster treadmill that they too are on and take stock. You know who you are. Don't worry that acknowledging your own frailty is a sign of failure. Far from it, taking action in a world so geared for success takes guts.