Day Two Ramblings

Yesterday I was writing my post at Auckland airport, waiting for a plane back to Christchurch.  Today I am writing from bed with a hot water bottle and my tissues.  I have been in bed all day with a tsunami of a cold.   Whilst on the plane last night I was writing down other ideas for my posts, whilst juggling tissues, a nasal spray and trying to cocoon myself in the smallest possible space and make now contact with others.  I didn't want to end up as someone's story of "I sat next to a lady (I don't think I can be classified as a girl anymore, particularly when I thought the girl next to me was an unaccompanied minor and it turns out she was going back to University.  Did we really look that young when we were at University??  Anyway back to my list of ideas, it was a good thing I took that opportunity to write and use the time usefully and in a way that I enjoyed, as my brain feels like cottage cheese today.  Having the comfort of those ideas made this task all the more easy.  I realise as I have been writing this preparation and planning is one of my strengths and can deliver me good results, particularly if things don't go to plan.  I like to be on top of things and ahead of the game, and I have noticed that sometimes by letting my own deadlines slip and my own priorities not be met that I don't always feel on top of the game.   There is a good lesson in there and doubtless more to say at sometime.  Anyway, I have officially give myself the day off from any strenuous activity and thinking and spoke to my boss (that would be me) and she being the kind and generous type said of course go and tuck yourself up in bed with a hottie and I will bring you cups of tea as you need them.  So here I am.   In my semi dreamy, streamy and sneezy state I did have a few other thoughts that I would like to put down.  Firstly, when you are the one who looks after others when they need support, who looks after you?  A wonderful coaching colleague asked me this question just this weekend.  So my question to you, what support mechanisms do you have in place if you are the principal carer and you get sick.  Do people know what you want and like so that you can feel better and recover quickly?   I am happy to say that my husband is on his way home via the supermarket to pick up my favourite comfort food and Neo my cat is trying to help me write this.  Sometimes it is the small things that help you feel appreciated.