Ruh Roh

I've gotten spoiled with my new job. For literally years, I worked six often times seven days a week for months at a time.

A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And I did.

Now I (sometimes) make what I used to make weekly working seven shifts in just two. "Welcome to the big time!"

I don't know if it's my age or  obviously over exhausted stress capacity but working at the airport six days a week is a bit much for me. I've only had to (thankfully) do it a few times but this past week has drained me like a sink.

I was okay last night after getting home from shift three in a row. Making well over two hundred fifty bucks made it easy to do and also meant I only had three more to go.

I got this!

Today I went in today and felt pretty good until around eight tonight. All the sudden I felt cold chills (fifty five year old women never feel cold chills) and achy, recognizing all the signs. I couldn't keep my nose from running, felt like was dripping so badly my customers would offer me their napkin and to put it simply, just felt shitty.

I felt better after I got home. Home always makes me feel better.

I think (hope) it's just exhaustion.

I'm tumbling into bed with a warm pup spooning me and willing myself to feel better in the morning. I have to be up before seven for a day shift but will be home hours before the sun goes down.

Only two more shifts to go. I got this too!

Like the way I used all three ways of spelling the word to, two, too correctly?

I'm smart like that!

I'm just so grateful that all I have to do is make through two more shifts and will have two days off!

I more than vividly remember when I had no days off with none in sight.

It's getting better all the time, and I will too.

Til next time, COTTON