Days like today are some of the hardest to deal with.
My chest hurts, my throat is sore and swollen and my eyes are painted.
I made it through a cheer event, coughing quietly into my elbow and not wanting to miss out on the festivities but in the end I limped out of the uber ride and planted my ass on the couch.
I don't think I was at my best today, I tried to be sassy to compensate for how ill I felt and that it was for a much greater cause then I.
The folks were kind, running in their undies and raising money for brain tumors.
Yet back I hope I sat on the couch and cried because I hate feeling weak, drained and no matter how much sleep I get I feel like my walk is getting more and more sore.
I think with more exercise that this should help my mood but for the time being i'm trying to mush my brain with nonsense television and cat cuddles.
Maybe the reason i'm writing something so vulnerable is not a cry for attention but more so for anyone else who has felt so unwell that they couldn't do much of anything besides rest.
Self care is so important especially for Latinas, you can't work that well when you are not in your best. I'm not at my best. It's a mess and I guess all we can do it work through it and be a little kinder both to ourselves and the people that matter the most.
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