I’ve never been one to know when to slow down, take it easy, or even just take a breather. It’s my biggest fault really. It’s not that I don’t know how to say no, it’s that I don’t like to do so. As soon as I lighten my load I find another project I want to take on.
My brain thrives on the challenge. My body, not so much.
I have a history of dealing with physical side effects of pushing myself too hard. Usually I get sick. A nice bout with the flu or a bad cold. Nothing drastic, just enough to lay me up for a day or two. My body’s way of saying “Whoah there missy. Time for a nap or ten.” Sometimes my sciatica flares up, a physical reminder that enough is enough and the couch is lonely. More recently though the issues have had to do with skin.
Ick. I know.
The rash that was finally (at very long last) diagnosed back at the end of January went away after a hard course of Prednisone and a radical lightening of my workload. As the itch faded and my skin started to look normal again I started to forget about why I had lightened my load. Once again I started saying yes, taking on more, and more, and more.
A few weeks ago the sole of my foot started itching. This week my scalp joined in the fun. Then my arm.
I don’t know if it’s the same rash. It very well could be. It doesn’t really matter really. The underlying cause is more important in the end than the side effects.
I’m pushing myself too hard, too far again. I need to stop, breathe, and once again take a giant step back. My skin is literally trying to force me back into the present. (You try thinking about a million things while dealing with an unbearable itch!) I can get some medicine, I can take more steroids. But in the end the real cure is better time and resource management and maybe finally learning where my limits lie.
It’s a good thing I’ve already started.
Not that that’s helping my foot itch any less tonight.