There is a toxic lack of health and wholesome feeling here. I had a tremendously accomplished weekend but my physical form is less than ideal. Just today and maybe this week. It’s like I can feel the knots forming in my back and neck and shoulders. Too much lifting or strenuous activity. Backpacks are built to kill.
I leave some fish chores and animal tasks to be completed. I shall return…..sometime. I’m out for a bit today. My body screams for bed and maybe eternal sleep. I joke. Maybe a week-long coma would be nice. I’ll figure out the cure to what ails me. Soon, I hope. Or my time with school and work and life may be compromised.
It’s like something in my ribcage. My heart is beating abnormally fast for most, but peculiarly spot-on for me. I want to rip it all out and lay out my body for mending. Take me into a shop; I’m broke.
It’s not that life isn’t beautiful. It’s that my body hates what I ask of it. And I shall pay a small price til normal functioning resumes. Let this be a lesson never learned…..