Of course. Why start my vacation with all that positive energy, happiness, and a nice, relaxing week ahead? Nope. My body knew better. My body was like, “Oh, you wanna have fun? You wanna be ready to f…everything and just enjoy life?"
And then—boom.
Body said, “NO WAY. Time to remind you who’s in charge. You seem to have forgotten about me and the kind of pain I can give you!”
Me: “But my mind is in the right place! Can’t you at least wait a little bit and give me some energy to have an awesome week?”
Body: “Nah. It’s time. And honestly? I’d say sorry, but… ha ha… I’m NOT sorry. You need a little reminder that I’m still here.”
Flashback to yesterday.
It was my last day of work before vacation. I had a great team that day, so work was gonna be a piece of cake—working, laughing, easy shift.
Went to bed at 11 PM. No pain, no discomfort. Just sleepiness. I knew I'd be in dreamland in seconds. And I was.
Then, 3 AM. I woke up. Looked at the clock. Still had time to sleep. But something felt… off. I was just sitting there, staring at the clock, not moving.
Now, before I go on, let me share something weird I read a while back. Don’t ask me how I found this article because I have no clue why I was even reading this. I don’t believe in this stuff. But still, it stuck in my head.
Apparently, waking up at 3 AM is not good. It’s called the Devil’s hour. People believe it’s when weird stuff happens, when the line between the living and the dead gets thin. If you wake up for no reason, it means the Devil paid you a visit in your dreams.
On the other hand, the positive theory says that if you go to bed early, waking up at 3 AM is actually a good thing. It’s the perfect time to meditate.
I mean… really? Should I laugh? Should I be concerned? No clue. But now this is stuck in my head, and I know I’ll be thinking about it for a while. Because my brain loves to do its own thing. Why would it listen to me? 😊
Anyway. Back to 3 AM. Sitting, staring, feeling weird, and waking up from some horror-movie-level nightmare. Then… blank.
Next thing I remember?
My alarm went off. My head was pounding. My whole body hurt. I made coffee, went to the bathroom, still feeling like I wasn’t all there. Like my mind and body weren’t in sync. Then… blank again.
Suddenly, I was in my wardrobe, putting on my work clothes. Still in pain, still with a killer headache. My coworker walked in, took one look at me, and went, “What the hell happened to you? You look like shit! Your face is white!”
Me: “Uh… I think I’m getting sick.”
Took some painkillers and some natural drops to relax my mind. 😊
Then my phone rang.
My husband.
SCREAMING.
“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!”
Me: “What do you mean? I have work. I’m at work.”
Him, still screaming but trying to be nice: “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!”
Me: “What happened? I woke up once, but that’s all.”
Him, not calm at all: “YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE!! YOU HAD A SEIZURE! YOU WERE SHAKING LIKE CRAZY FOR A WHOLE MINUTE! WE TALKED! I TOLD YOU TO WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO!”
Me, completely shocked: “Ohhh… so that’s why my whole body hurts.”
Him, a little calmer: “I told you I’d drive you to work! Or that you wouldn’t go if you didn’t feel good!”
Me, confused: “Wait… you didn’t drive me?”
Then it hit me. F**. I don’t remember how I got here.
He was not happy at this point. He told me to tell my coworkers what happened or he’d call them himself.
So, being the responsible person that I am (yes, I am), I told my coworkers. And of course, they freaked out. They wanted to send me home immediately.
But I said no. “Give me half an hour. The painkillers will kick in, and I’ll be fine.”
And guess what? I was fine. Well, my head was fine. My body? Not so much. But I’ve worked through pain before, so no big deal. I just avoided lifting and going to the residents alone. My coworker stuck with me all morning, making sure I was okay. They wouldn’t let me do any heavy work, just small tasks.
Honestly? I’m super grateful for them. They really care, and everyone needs coworkers like that.
So yeah. That was my morning. Turns out my body was aching because of the seizure—my muscles were tensed and contracting all night. But today? I’m better. My body…still not so much. 😊
Which means… VACATION TIME, BABY!
But. One thing won’t leave my head.
That whole 3 AM thing. Is there some truth to it? I don’t believe in this stuff, but… this isn’t the first time I’ve had a seizure at exactly 3 AM.
Maybe I’ll dig a little deeper into it. Just because I’m curious. 😊
And for everyone reading this? DON’T DO WHAT I DID. I could’ve seriously hurt myself going to work like that. I honestly think my body’s just used to this now, which is concerning. I thought I was just sick, not that I’d had a seizure.
Stay healthy. Stay happy.
AND LET THE VACATION BEGIN! WUHUUUUU! 🎉
“That which does not kill us makes us stronger.” – Friedrich Nietzsche
