It's funny when I go back and read that last post, and then remember what happened shortly after that. I should have seen it coming.
I had myself so stressed out about work and home and work, and especially work and was so exhausted that my body simply decided to stop functioning. I went to the ER at 2am on a Saturday night because I was in so much pain I couldn't sleep. Or sit. Or stand. Or walk. Or think. Me. Going to the hospital. She who hadn't been to the doctor in almost 15years went to the ER. (It's a nice shiny new ER wing. They had flat screen TV's in all the rooms. B was able to watch Sanford and Son's so he was able to stay awake and alert.)
They got me all fixed up after about 4 hours (and 3 g's) but I was too weak to go to work the next Monday.
Which really freaked me out.
I've always had a bit of a physical reaction to stress and environment, but it's never manifested itself into such a drastic form. It really freaked the people out at work, too.
So now, I leave it there, and live in a much sillier world at home. It's officially a house of silly now. It's also a house with fresh flowers, new books and magazines to read, and lot of nice comforting baked goods on the weekends. I try and cook at least once a week, and I'm THIS CLOSE to picking up the embroideries again. There are more afternoon naps on Saturdays. Also, there are more little treats to myself, like make-up and jewelry and organic soda. (And these mad yummy jordan almonds from Fresh Market that I've become addicted to. But thats a post for another time.)
Life's been just as crazy and hectic as it ever has been, but I can't let it bother me any more. And I no longer let those people I am around all day affect my mood. Just because they treat every minute issue with the same level of passion as the important ones doesn't mean that I have to. Or can. I can't LET myself do that anymore, 'cause it's too damn hard to maintain. I choose my battles now. And I laugh more at work. And let the sarcasm fly. And try to just let the world ebb and flow around me, getting my feet wet when I should, and keeping dry when I can.
Life's too short for it to be any other way.
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3 comments:
damn girl! glad you are feeling better. smell those damn roses. are you familiar with decor8.blogspot.com? i just discovered it recently and i love it. you interior designer types have such good eyes
OMYGAWDDDD BABY GIRL....HOPE YOU'RE FEELING MUCH BETTER, KNOW OH SO WELL WHAT NERVES, STRESS & FELLOW EMPLOYEES CAN DO TO A PERSON....YOU'RE A STRONG WOMAN & WILL COME OUT ON TOP....I NOW KNOW I'M TOO DAMN OLD TO BE SLEEPING ON THE GROUND WHEN CAMPING, OH MY ACHING BACK! FISHING WAS LOUSY ON THE COLUMBIA BUT HAD BETTER FORTUNE ON THE PEND OREILLE (PRONOUNCED POND OH RAY)....PLEASANT DAY ON FRIDAY, WENT TO SUPPER & LOST AT THE CASINO, WAAAAHHHH....ANYWAY, ALWAYS KNOW YOUR MOMMA LOVES YOU & CALL TO SAY HELLO SOMETIME....NO PRESSURE! LOVE YOU HONEY, MOMMA.
ok number one i need to get better about reading people's blogs!!!
number 2 what the shit! i'm glad you're outta the hospital and feeling better. cupcakes should do the trick in keepin ya calm. that and cookies. and you should probably go watch that movie the ten, it was hilarious.
number 3, i had no idea you had a new email addy i'm gonna stop emailing you at work! pow!
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