I have NO balance. I have a pretty busy and demanding job involving living humans, and it doesn’t leave much room for being sick. So the same thing happens every few months: I work too hard without resting like my body demands, and then I end up feeling so bad I kind of drag myself through the day from morning pillow back to the same pillow at night. Things slide. I don’t eat right because I’m too tired to cook, I don’t exercise because ARE YOU KIDDING ME, and the household falls into disarray.
I tend to prioritize work because it involves hard deadlines. There is no balance with my health. I try to do all the stuff I know I need to do to stay somewhat healthy and have some energy, but if it’s a matter of meeting a nonnegotiable deadline vs cooking dinner, dinner will unvaryingly take a back seat. And that usually works for a couple of days before I crash.
I’m having to take a hard look at my job. Overall I like what I do, AS LONG AS it’s manageable. Unmanageability comes in cycles, though, and my supervisor has no plans I can see to ever change that. I just watched her burn out another employee and not even say good-bye to her when she left, so I know I’m totally dispensable in the same way. I have no reason to think anything OTHER than her goal is to get the immediate Things done and screw employee retention.
Logically then I think anyone would wonder why I am doing this to myself. I find the devil you know is often better than devil you don’t know; why leave a job I typically like for one that may be even worse? The grass is not always greener elsewhere. I think MOST bosses are very happy to work people into the ground. This one tolerates me being sick, somewhat. That isn’t something to just toss away.
It depends on the day, really. Some days I’m so exhausted I’m just hatefully angry and ready to walk out. Other days I feel all right and as if I can handle things. This morning I read
We do not have to act in haste or urgency to relieve our discomfort.
I need to ponder that because my favorite time frame is “right fucking now.” I want things solved immediately. I want assurance that I will feel comfortable at all times, and I want that assurance RFN. It never happens that way unless I do something stupid, like rage-quit.
Working full-time with a chronic illness is kind of a bitch, and I have not figured it out yet, at all. When I need to rest it sometimes gets to a point where my body will rest whether I’m on board with it or not. I don’t know how to make this work other than to be really vigilant and not get to that point. And I don’t know how to make myself rest along the way when there are a bazillion things that all have to be done by a certain time. I’m not entirely sure I can figure this out or make it work. The dizziness and falling I can kind of work around, but the fatigue, I can’t seem to.
Right now today I feel like walking out would relieve a lot of discomfort: I could return to bed and sleep for days until I felt better. But that would be acting in haste and urgency and I eventually would feel better and regret what I did.