I'm a graphic designer and I suspect that I may be a workaholic. My first (and hopefully last?) exacerbation has almost certainly been triggered by overwhelming stresses in my life and by an unhealthy sense of invincibility when it comes to pushing myself in my work. I become so focused that I lose sight of my body's needs, and I am currently experiencing the consequences of that. Ironically enough, some of my worst symptoms are concentrated in my right hand and I, being right handed and heavily dependent on precise coordination, am thus forced to NOT work. My body has drawn a line in the sand
A marathon of 16 hour work days was brought to an abrupt halt by an onset of symptoms that was so sudden and so severe that I thought I might be having a stroke. Apparently the person at the other end of the 911 call did, too. After a whirlwind of doctors and diagnostic testing and now a specialist, I'm getting closer and closer to the answer to all of this. But what they say is true: knowledge really is power. So many aspects of my life are suddenly out of my direct control, but what I can control is my own response to these internal and external influences.
Every energy expenditure constitutes a decision, whether conscious or not. My goal thus far has been to maximize the energy that I do have; to optimize it and to try to be as productive and independent as reasonably possible ("reasonably" being the operative word here). So far the work is paying off, and I'm well on my way to getting back on my feet again (literally and figuratively).