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Thursday, August 21, 2008

The aftermath of extreme stress

Nobody is able to deny that I've been a tad bit stressed out lately. What with money woes, school woes, health woes, and political woes, I've been unable to sleep, I've had a hard time coping, and I tend to be a little bit grumpy when I'm stressed out. Especially if the stress lasted say, 4 or 5 months.

But the aftermath of stress is even more interesting, at least to me.

Yesterday was a day where some big problems were solved. Once I got through dealing with it all I was a bit numb, but otherwise nothing really hit me. Then this morning I got up early and had a meeting with someone who helps me with organization and planning. She's been a godsend at getting me organized to fill in the bazillion forms I have to take care of just to get through the regular living of life.

For those of you that believe that I'm a welfare crack whore eating bonbons and laying around doing nothing, I challenge you to deal with the paperwork I have to deal with and come out of it less crazed than I am. There are forms and more forms and financial statements galore, and each of those forms has to be accompanied by a bunch on supporting paperwork, all of which is different from one form to the next. Just remembering what number of copies I have to make to ensure that everyone needing supporting income gets the right copies in their envelopes can totally throw my day into chaos.

So after 2.5 hours of organizing, phone calling, and envelope stuffing, my helper headed off and I went through piles of papers to find even more forms that needed to be filled out by my doctor.

Then I started on my way to one of my cardiologists for an appointment. The Boy came with me, as we had something else to do directly after the appointment. The doctor was uncharacteristially late and we were stuck in the waiting room where we both dozed off. The doctor has just moved into a new hospital building and there were NO magazines. WTF? Not one freaking magazine? Pshaw!

We finally got into the doctor's inner sanctum where we waited even more, and she then spent a good 10 minutes with me. I'm doing well, and don't have to come back to this specialist for a year. Good news!

Another errand, I made dinner, we ate while watching Big Brother and all was OK.

And then the end of the stresses hit me like a clop over the keppe. I went down like lightening had hit me. I fell asleep on the sofa from sheer exhaustion and a release of the stress. I woke up well after 11, checked my Plurk responses, and now I'm ready to go back to bed.

It's as if so much weight was lifted off my shoulders that I'm able to breathe again. When my stress level is drastically reduced, I feel so tired and I just need to sleep for a day. I don't have time to think or to get anything done. I just want to sleep it all out of my body. Like Scarlet O'Hara, I keep thinking that 'tomorrow is another day' and I'll be back to normal. At least I hope so, because this fog I'm feeling is pretty outrageous.

Suffice it to say that I'm taking a hiatus on blog reading and being chatty on Plurk for a few days until my body catches up.

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Blogger Daisy said...

Just take care of yourself so you don't get sick or sicker! It sounds like you need the rest.

22/8/08 6:07 PM  

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