From college until I was in my late 20s, I would only sleep for a couple of hours a day because I thought that sleep was a waste of time. I'd rather do things to make myself productive. My mantra was, "I'll have plenty of time to sleep when I'm dead".
From my early 30s to the present (I just turned 40), my body has been asking for the rest and recharge that I deprived it of for many years.
Since the quarantines started in our city in March 2020, I have been doing most chores at home including the heavy ones because my father is already getting older and weaker. That took a toll on my body more.
Now a lot of my body parts don't feel right, and I have this feeling that my body is slowly breaking down. As we say it in our language, "Naningil na ang lawas."
I hope nothing serious will happen anytime soon because I don't have plans of telling my family. Too many problems especially with budget and all.
Jesus, take the wheel.
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