A fraction of an inch more from the edge of my seat and I would have found myself too close for comfort with the light brown God-knows-how-dirty Office carpet.
No, I wasn't dozing off to Neverland. I was working nonstop the whole day, mind you.
But in the middle of the slavery, all of a sudden, the whole universe was spinning lightning speed. I felt like being trapped inside a whirlwind; I had to hold on to my worktable to secure myself.
I remained seated, nails almost digging on the wooden table, but I could see myself slowly falling to my right, as if gravity thought I was an apple from a tree. I uttered, "God, help."
A few minutes more, I was able to regain my balance. The short prayer must have done it, but a drilling headache came after. I rubbed my temples, hoping the massage would ease it.
In a few, the sides of my forehead have shown a tinge of pink from all the rubbing. The headache eventually passed. I thanked God I was still OK.
The past weeks of heavy workload must have taken its toll on me. Can I blame aging for that? That precisely is the point why a simple case of headache and losing balance would make it to this blog.
For the longest time that I have been toiling on this job, yesterday's was probably the worst case of dizziness I've felt. Nearly collapsing was never part of my to-do list.
No, I wasn't dozing off to Neverland. I was working nonstop the whole day, mind you.
But in the middle of the slavery, all of a sudden, the whole universe was spinning lightning speed. I felt like being trapped inside a whirlwind; I had to hold on to my worktable to secure myself.
I remained seated, nails almost digging on the wooden table, but I could see myself slowly falling to my right, as if gravity thought I was an apple from a tree. I uttered, "God, help."
A few minutes more, I was able to regain my balance. The short prayer must have done it, but a drilling headache came after. I rubbed my temples, hoping the massage would ease it.
In a few, the sides of my forehead have shown a tinge of pink from all the rubbing. The headache eventually passed. I thanked God I was still OK.
The past weeks of heavy workload must have taken its toll on me. Can I blame aging for that? That precisely is the point why a simple case of headache and losing balance would make it to this blog.
For the longest time that I have been toiling on this job, yesterday's was probably the worst case of dizziness I've felt. Nearly collapsing was never part of my to-do list.
Before, I would go to office and render overtime work until I can, or until the workload was done. Now, I cannot stay long hours at work for days without my shoulders reaching the floor and me all worn out and tired. Headaches have been a constant companion too.
That led me to think that I really am not getting any younger and that I need to take a serious look at my lifestyle. Work-life balance has completely gone off the window the past few weeks. Give me more weeks like these, or just let me dig my grave please. haha!
Seriously though, I have to bring my social life back. They say good company makes for happy people, and happiness and laughter induce good health. It doesn't matter whether that's true or not; I just need to balance my life now: just enough work, just enough play.
So there, just typed in a few words and now off to work again. Here's to hoping I won't have to dig my nails onto the table this time around.
That led me to think that I really am not getting any younger and that I need to take a serious look at my lifestyle. Work-life balance has completely gone off the window the past few weeks. Give me more weeks like these, or just let me dig my grave please. haha!
Seriously though, I have to bring my social life back. They say good company makes for happy people, and happiness and laughter induce good health. It doesn't matter whether that's true or not; I just need to balance my life now: just enough work, just enough play.
So there, just typed in a few words and now off to work again. Here's to hoping I won't have to dig my nails onto the table this time around.
