Forced Rest

Sometimes I have to allow a situation to simply carry me into Forced Relaxation. Forced Rest.

Rj was going out of town and picking up some precious cargo.
I was feeling ill still and fairly weak, so I thought about staying home. If I stayed home though, I would be cleaning or painting or sketching or baking or trying to do everything all at once.
This is not a good thing.
I have a very ingrained habit of pushing myself way too hard.

So I decided to tag along.
What this did is it forced me to rest in bed doing virtually nothing. I brought a novel and my sketchbook, but I allowed this opportunity to just relaaaaaaaax.
I spent the day in bed, went for a quick 10 minute swim to get a little bit of pain relief in my joints, rinsed off the chlorine from my skin so that I don't get too many hives, took some Benadryl and I am back in bed.

Yes it is vital to keep moving, keep active, and continue to live your life. It is important not to let chronic illness overtake an entire personality. But when my body is telling me that I need to take a day to do nothing but watch TLC shows in bed, sometimes I just need to do that. 
This tag along forced me to take the rest that I desperately needed.