I have a terrible tendency to wave away minor colds and work through them. Except this time round, what I had turned out to be more than a little cold but what looks like a kidney infection. By day three of progressively feeling rubbish, I decided to work from home as the effort of driving was exhausting. Even at home, I continued to push myself to get as much work done as possible.
It was such a struggle.
Anytime I was feeling slightly better and ready to pounce back, mum would chime in with her mum warnings. I would retort back being the rebellious daughter that I am (haha) and charge forward. But it wouldn’t take long for me to admit that mum was right.
The most frustrating part is lacking the brain power and energy to work; making for seemingly unproductive days. I guess this is my body’s way of telling me to take a chill pill.
Eventually I caved at went to the doctor on day five, where preliminary tests and symptoms pointed towards a kidney infection. A kidney infection could also explain the high protein levels in my urine, which put my mind slightly at ease.
Reluctantly I accepted the script for the antibiotics, and dragged myself home to bed.
Patience is not my virtue when it comes to health. I feel terrible turning down obligations and crawling into bed when I have a million things to do. But I know that that without my health, I am at a further disadvantage. I need to learn to take as much time out I need to come back and tackle things with a fresh mind and rested body.