An off post for me. I work 60 hours a week. I work with children, high school, and preschool. I felt myself getting sick weeks ago but persisted through. I finally got got, and ended up with pneumonia and bronchitis. If I stopped to take care of myself before, it wouldn't have gone this far.
But I've stopped to take care of myself now. I'm getting better. I'm thankful for the medication that I can luckily afford. I'm laying in bed, next to my loving partner. Being loved and loving isn't easy, but part of that is taking care of myself. That, I can control, and that, starts with me.
