Tuesday evenings are usually pretty ordinary for me. Unlike Saturdays and Fridays, Tuesdays are just another regular day when nothing particularly special happens. But this Tuesday felt different. I could not wrap my big or little (depending on what angle you choose to look at me) head around it, but I knew something was off. It wasn't like the usual Tuesdays that I was used to. The air didn't feel different, and the birds didn't sing any differently, but there was just something off. This Tuesday was not Tuesdaying like other Tuesdays that had Tuesdayed. “It is no big deal, this Tuesday is just pretending to be special. There's nothing to be worried about” I laughed at myself as I continued with my day. As I mentioned earlier, my Tuesdays are always normal, arguably scripted, probably by the angel in charge of my life. The evenings were no different. So, I didn't expect much to happen that evening. I just wanted the clock to run faster, so Wednesday would come in early. Wednesdays were always more enjoyable than Tuesdays. Wednesday isn't my best day of the week. However, I'd have any day to progress past the dullness of Tuesdays.
Remember what I said about this certain Tuesday trying to be special? Yeah, keep that in mind. I’d been losing a lot of chess games since that Tuesday morning. My streak of chess losses made me formulate two possible theories. The first theory which I tagged; THE THEORY OF MY TUESDAY TRYING TO TEACH ME A LESSON and the second theory is the theory of MAYBE I’VE NOT BEEN PRACTICING WELL ENOUGH; a theory which suggests that my lack of practice might be to blame. I don’t know how Albert Einstein and other science dudes came up with their theories, but I did come up with mine, and they were legit enough to be tagged as theories.
After playing my last game, which I lost. I decided to call it a day. Just when I dropped my phone, my head started banging. On a scale of 1-10, the pain was just a 2. A weak 2. I felt it wasn't really a big deal, then I decided to take a nap. I didn't sleep for long. Not that I didn't want to, I just couldn't. The headache skyrocketed from a weak 2 to a solid 5. I told my mom about it, and just like every other parent she responded with “Why won't you have headache when you have been staying up all night, pressing your phone.” Yes, I'm not disputing that my phone had been keeping me up all night for days, but I'm pretty sure that is not what caused the headache. I tried to force myself to sleep, but it was of no use. So, I just stayed in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I picked up my phone and managed to write a post. I wasn't in a position to write, but I just didn't want to miss a day. After posting, I knew I should have gone offline to take some rest, yeah? I didn't. I blame myself for this. The conversation with Hope was engaging, nice, and sweet, but as the minutes melted into hours, I could feel my weariness tugging at me. With a heavy sigh, I sent the final message of the night, 'Goodnight, “I’m going offline now, Hope. I sent the last message and went offline.
I woke up in the morning, and the headache leveled up to a solid 7. It was as if a thousand woodpeckers were working on my head. I didn't want to open my eyes. They were squinted shut as if the simple act of closing my eyes could somehow block out the excruciating pain. I was restless. My eyes, once clear like a morning star, became red. Picturing it like I had a bloodshot. My legs… my poor tiny legs were stiff. I couldn't move a muscle. I cried out for help, and luckily, my sister was close by. She called my mom who came rushing with two injections and lots of drugs. Lots of them. I rejected the injection. I've always hated injections. They are just so painful. “Injections work faster. It is better I use it. She said. “Yes, I know they work faster. But, drugs work too, right? I'll use the injection if and only if the drug doesn't work.” so, I used the drug. I managed to sleep.
My appetite went from yayyy to Nayyy! I only ate tiny bits of food throughout the day. I couldn't write throughout Thursday because I was still very weak. On Friday, I had regained a lot of strength and I could walk and eat well. But I still wanted to rest well. I woke up this morning feeling pumped. I'm a lot better than I was 3 days ago.
Summarily, this “phase” or sickness (however you want to tag it) taught me a big lesson. The first lesson is not to ever look down on any day. I know it feels weird saying/writing this, but I’m still going to write it anyway “I’m sorry, Tuesday. You are not “useless.” You are just as special as other days. Thanks for teaching me a lesson. The second lesson which I believe is the most important one is to always rest. Rest is not a luxury, it's a necessity. Rest gives your mind and body a chance to recharge. The human body is like a cell phone. Just like cell phones, we need to plug our bodies in to recharge. This recharge is essential to maintaining our physical, mental, and emotional well-being.
Note: All images in this post are mine.
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