What she wore: jean capris and a t-shirt that reads, "make levees, not war." No, I didn’t go to work.
In the midst of my recent turmoil I started to develop a stomach ache. This morning it was unbearable. I called in sick to work and took my butt over to the base doc and waited. He examines me, asks about my symptoms, asks a few other questions about life in general, and then announces, "you’re stressed out." I know I’m stressed, but what wrong with my stomach?
Apparently the doctor thinks I’m internalizing my stress. He asked me what I do for fun and I didn’t have an answer. Crap, I take things to seriously.
He gave me a bevy of pills and recommendations and wants to see me again in three weeks. I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but it’s nice to have someone validate that my life has been stressful. Sometimes I get so concerned with being strong that I forget that I need to B-R-E-A-T-H-E (that was for you Bobina1).
So, I’ll be trying to get myself out there a little bit. This may slow down my blogging a bit, but I’m not going anywhere–this is my free therapy. I’d like to say thanks to everyone for the kind words you have left here.
And the next time I blog, I’ve got a good one.