Dear Body,
Point taken.
I will stop trying to train you to function on less sleep, and you will cease to afflict me with stabbing headaches and an inability to keep my dinner down.
Truce?
Love,
Me
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Dear Body,
Point taken.
I will stop trying to train you to function on less sleep, and you will cease to afflict me with stabbing headaches and an inability to keep my dinner down.
Truce?
Love,
Me
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You should feel lucky. Mine just gets very, very sickāfor MONTHS.
Yikes.
*hugs the both of you*
Now now I’m sure we can all get along here
Rabia: I hereby give you permission to sleep more. Book is important. Sleep is more important.
Rabia’s body: please give Rabia a break. Do you know how much work she’s put into this? Just give her some slack for a few days, and then I’m sure she will take some much deserved time off.
There, how’s that?
Seems to be working. I’ve promised Body a restful weekend. So, even though my house needs cleaning, I’m resisting the urge to wage all out war on it.