Bad Days Happen

I am grateful that my ‘bad’ days are seldom. That said, they are still hard. 

I had a bad day recently, and I wouldn’t say I liked it.  Logically, I know they happen and can usually figure out the cause. I still do not want them. They remind me I am not normal. 

The most recent ‘bad’ day was not horrible. I was able to do most things I wanted to, but it took a lot more energy and effort. It is just frustrating. Thankfully, this ‘bad’ could be attributed to a new medicine, and the challenges resolved fairly quickly. 

I often wonder why these days bother me, especially when I have many more good days. I dislike feeling like a patient or sick. I prefer to feel whatever “normal” is. I keep my attitude in check during these times, as I don’t enjoy wallowing in self-pity. However, I had a mental pity party that day, which didn’t help. It put me in a bad mood, and those around me could tell I was frustrated.

Thinking back on it, I should have owned it and adjusted my expectations for the day.  But I chose to power through the day, and my ass ended up in the bed before 7 pm.  The question is, will I remember this lesson the next time I do not feel great?  Only time will tell, but it is a 50/50 chance at best.

What do you do on a bad day?  I would love to hear from you.
-B