It’s not just the peg leg that needs rest, I now realize. All of me is just … tired.
I do it to myself, I know. I leave for work at 7:30 every morning and most nights I’m home at 9:30 or later, after my extracurricular activities. Then it takes me time to unwind before I finally fall asleep after midnight, usually about 1 a.m., and I’m lucky if I get five hours of sleep. Last week after dancing with a torn calf muscle that Sunday, I vowed I’d take it easy the following week because I was so sore and exhausted. But I still had to work every day, and then Wednesday rolled around and I waited two-and-a-half hours outside The Fonda Theatre and then stood up for another two-and-a-half inside to see The Killers. Foolish, maybe, but a girl’s gotta have priorities and rock and roll trumps peg-legged exhaustion any day.
And now I’m paying the price. My leg isn’t quite healed yet and I’m so, so tired. I feel so … blah. I spent most of the weekend on the couch and I still feel awful. But the crappiness I’m feeling has been brewing for some time now and it’s not solely the kind of awful/tired that comes with lack of sleep. It’s the kind of awful that comes from not taking proper care of yourself and blowing off your prescription medication for, oh, about six months.
Smart move, right? To be clear, I don’t have anything life threatening so I’m not a total idiot, but I have required daily medication for the past eight years so I should know better. But I felt so great a few months ago — stronger, thinner, more fit — that when my prescription ran out I thought, “Hey, I feel so great … maybe I don’t really need this stuff!” and I didn’t bother getting a refill. And I kept going and going, and dancing and dancing, and pretty soon it all started to catch up with me. And now here I am, exhausted and brain-fogged, mad at myself for thinking I’m too bad-ass for levoxyl.
Time to make me a priority. I’m going to the doc tomorrow to get back on track, so hopefully I’ll have my magic pills some time this week. Then in another three weeks or so, I should be back to my old self again. The leg should be great by then, too. Till that time, be patient with me, will ya?
Married to the Dance 
Hey, there, girlfriend,
You didn’t even have to mention levoxyl for me to know what it was. You’ll def be back to normal soon. In the meantime, let your leg heal, get some extra sleep — you deserve the rest. (This from another flamenca posting on her own blog at nearly 1 AM LA time, only to have to rise at 6:20 AM to get the boys off to school before teaching anatomy and flamenco classes — we’re both nuts.)
Someday soon, we have got to meet for coffee or dessert or something. Maybe a midnight snack 😉
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OMG! Good to know I’m not the only weirdo who blogs at 1 a.m. on a school night 😉 Thanks. And YES, we must meet up soon. I think we’d have tons to talk about.
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