The Root of Second Shift

I have spent the last five days sick or near sick. Sick in all different sorts of ways. Painful ways, achy ways, tired ways, headache ways, sniffling, sneezing, and coughing to the point of annoyance to my co-workers. "You can go home." Or... "I'm getting tired of saying that." (God Bless You.) But today... today is a new day. And I'm feeling tons better. Way, way better.

And now I'm left wondering, where did all those irrational thoughts come from? I know most people are not in the best of spirits while sick but I became downright depressed. As in clinical depression symptoms. Including some rather serious ones. Plus, I got the added benefit of possibly making a gigantic fool of myself. Not only with the cutest boy ever but also with all the new people I met over the weekend. I was simply not myself, though Sunday night wasn't so bad.

Part of the irrational thoughts came from the lack of exercise, as I have discovered I need EVERY SINGLE DAY. Part of them came from my illness and the fact that even though I was sick I still chose to drink some this weekend. Part of them also came from this horrible sense of estrangement I've been feeling. I feel like I've lost touch with everyone. I hate being on second shift and I think this may be one of the main reasons why. I lose touch with people. Not much I can do about it, I'm afraid but it's where much of my negative thinking was rooted. I figured this out today while driving into work. So, I'm back to exercising again and affirmations daily. And now I've joined facebook so that may help when I'm on this shift.

Not sure what else I can do about it. While I'm not feeling completely horrible about it at this point, it was getting kind of rough there for a couple days. Thank God for biff, sister in friend, and co-Britney fan. I was able to get the "yes" on whether or not the depression was normal. And while that didn't make it go away, I felt a better sense of assurance at that point that it would, indeed, pass.