My granny always said, "Work will still be here when you are dead and gone. You got to play some time."
I have the work ethic of my parents and my grandparents. If I do not work, I am lazy...my thoughts.
Given orders to rest yet the kitchen still waits for me to clean after Hubby fixed burgers. The clothes cry out to be washed and the floors to be swept. I look out the window and see things I can do because I am feeling a tad better even with no sleep last night.
I must rest because as Rudee has pointed out, Doc is using the big guns(the type of medicine). If I don't allow them to work, I may be in the hospital.
I finally have a day off and I have to waste it...resting.