Feb 28, 2007 10:22
Most of you know I have stomach problems. I take medication to stop my stomach from producing enough acid to dissolve itself, then me. Most thought on the situation has been "Meh, it happens". Well, I've put a lot into the situation and had some feedback from others who've helped me track when it's worse. Example; I've been feeling like shite since friday and the medication isn't doing jack. This's the second time that's happened in the last 3 months.
Can you believe it's been over 6 months since I left?
Anyhow, as much as it feels like I'm admitting failure, I'm pretty sure I know why my stomach has been giving me grief for just over a year now. Stress.
Yep. I find it unbelievable (well, aside from the fact I'm living the experience) that I have been stressed enough to have stomach problems. I thought I was able to take the philosophical view. I thought I could rationalise and accept. I thought wrong. *shakes head* I actually find that realisation saddening.
Am I wasting my time trying to improve my being?
But it's not all bad.
Actually, there is something that compensates. I'm in a relationship, have been for a little while now. My girlfriend is someone I love quite a bit. Quite a lot actually. And it doesn't hurt that she's easy on the eye. And smart. Many good things.