Avoiding Stress?
Ok, so I have a bug to air. It's a big ass bug, so settle yourself in for a nice full blown, spleen exploding rant.
So. The doctors, the Journal of American Medicine, and every "expert" keeps telling me that to reduce the frequency and mass appearance of my Meniere's Syndrome (no longer called Disease, because it seems that there was a mass protest against a word.) that I need to cut down or avoid stress.
HOW. THE. HELL. AM. I. SUPPOSED. TO. DO. THAT!
Am I supposed to sit on my ass and eat chocolate free bon-bons all day, and simply watch my cholesterol and weight skyrocket, oh wait, that would be stressful, wouldn't it?
Am I supposed to quit doing anything in life? Including my job? I can't control others to not be idiotic douchebags, therefore can not prevent them from giving me stress, and pretty much anywhere you go and no matter who you talk to, there will be some element of stress.
Telling me not to stress out stresses me out. Short of spending my life on a pot induced high with a terminal case of the munchies, there ain't gonna be any stress reduction, and even then, I would have to worry about getting busted.
So I guess I just have to live with the illness. It's been around for so long that it is kind of like a daily affirmation that I am alive anyway.
So. The doctors, the Journal of American Medicine, and every "expert" keeps telling me that to reduce the frequency and mass appearance of my Meniere's Syndrome (no longer called Disease, because it seems that there was a mass protest against a word.) that I need to cut down or avoid stress.
HOW. THE. HELL. AM. I. SUPPOSED. TO. DO. THAT!
Am I supposed to sit on my ass and eat chocolate free bon-bons all day, and simply watch my cholesterol and weight skyrocket, oh wait, that would be stressful, wouldn't it?
Am I supposed to quit doing anything in life? Including my job? I can't control others to not be idiotic douchebags, therefore can not prevent them from giving me stress, and pretty much anywhere you go and no matter who you talk to, there will be some element of stress.
Telling me not to stress out stresses me out. Short of spending my life on a pot induced high with a terminal case of the munchies, there ain't gonna be any stress reduction, and even then, I would have to worry about getting busted.
So I guess I just have to live with the illness. It's been around for so long that it is kind of like a daily affirmation that I am alive anyway.