Can I tell you a story?
I’ve worked at the hospital for almost SEVEN years now (no, I am NOT a nurse), which is officially the longest time I’ve ever been with a company. Since my very first job, where I waitressed in a little mom & pop-style restaurant at 15 years old (paid under the table…hush, hush), I’ve always given everything I’ve got. I feel a sense of pride with any title I carry and I can’t help but form family-like ties with my coworkers…I mean, heck, when you spend more time at work than you do at home, it’s only natural. Besides, there’s no “i” in life, right? Wait, I mean…uh, never mind! 😉
Ok, let’s get to the REAL story…
Last week was rough…on top of being busy, I was sleeping very little and feeling a bit under the weather. So come Thursday, I was seriously patting myself on the back for having the foresight to book myself a massage that night. My plan was this: hour-long massage > bubble bath > glass (possibly bottle) of wine > Benedryl > bed…where I hoped to slip into the best drug-induced coma possible.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the spa, I got a call. It was work, asking if I could come in that night because the regular tech was sick. I sat there…in my car…staring at the door to the spa…and literally could not form words for nearly two minutes. I was a little upset, but my immediate thought was to agree to work. I couldn’t cancel my massage without being charged, but I could still get it AND get to the hospital IF I hurried.
But I was scheduled for call on Friday night AND Saturday…hence the reason for the “party girl” plan on a Thursday. What if the tech was too sick to make it in for the rest of the week? What if I ended up working ELEVEN days straight?? My gut told me to say no, so that’s what I did. I knew that with a week of averaging 4-5 hours of sleep a night AND feeling a bit sickly myself, I needed to take care of ME, but I still I couldn’t seem to shake that twinge of guilt…
UNTIL I got on that table and had one of the best massages ever! When I told her about some migraines I’d been having, my therapist practiced some reflexology and I could actually feel my scalp tingling…as she was rubbing my FEET! Afterwards, I went home, and carried out my plan as…well, planned. I’m sure Meghan would be proud! 😉
Then I went to bed and slept for TEN HOURS!
Since then, my throat has quit hurting and I haven’t had any headaches. I’ve even had a bit of energy…which looked to be jussssssst enough to get me through a shift on Saturday (since the tech was indeed to sick to work the rest of the week…luckily Friday was covered) without a nap…hence the brain-dead ending to Sunday’s post.
Moral of the story:
Wine and chocolate are a girl’s best friends.
Always trust your gut.
And never EVER feel guilty for taking care of YOU!
And since I actually thought ahead and planned this post for today, I’m super excited to be linking up today’s post for my very FIRST Treat Yourself Tuesday hosted by the lovely Becky of Olives ‘n Wine! Be sure to head over and check out all the other links to see just how everyone else has been TREATING themselves this week!
What’s the last thing you did for yourself?
Do you struggle with guilt for putting yourself first?