I'm Stressed
To say I'm stressed is an understatement. A huge understatement.
I may or may not be moving in a few months. My landlord showed the house to a family friend for the second time. She is evidently also moving to a condo in January, leaving her current house open. She's going to try to convince them to buy that house, but they want a ranch. We have a ranch. She's not living in a ranch. Oh yay.
My dermatologist is putting me on birth control. I'm not too happy about it, but I do believe we've worked through a good deal of medication combinations. Oh, but I can't start it right away! That's right, I have to wait for my period, which has yet to make an appearance. No, I'm not pregnant although I suppose there's a really slim chance. I'm just stressed. Which pushes my period off. Which makes me stressed. Which pushes it off more. Vicious circle.
But the worse stress in my life involves work. We are officially bankrupt. We certainly joked about being bankrupt in the past, but it's real this time. I couldn't function this weekend. Thank God I was around people that knew me well this weekend. I could just sit and be quiet if I wanted, and they'd ignore me when I spoke because most of the time it was gibberish. My right eye is throbbing. You know, what it does while I'm stressed. I drank a lot this weekend. A lot. Enough to make me wonder if I'm becoming an alcoholic. And I couldn't sleep.
Yeah - these stress levels right now might kill me.
I may or may not be moving in a few months. My landlord showed the house to a family friend for the second time. She is evidently also moving to a condo in January, leaving her current house open. She's going to try to convince them to buy that house, but they want a ranch. We have a ranch. She's not living in a ranch. Oh yay.
My dermatologist is putting me on birth control. I'm not too happy about it, but I do believe we've worked through a good deal of medication combinations. Oh, but I can't start it right away! That's right, I have to wait for my period, which has yet to make an appearance. No, I'm not pregnant although I suppose there's a really slim chance. I'm just stressed. Which pushes my period off. Which makes me stressed. Which pushes it off more. Vicious circle.
But the worse stress in my life involves work. We are officially bankrupt. We certainly joked about being bankrupt in the past, but it's real this time. I couldn't function this weekend. Thank God I was around people that knew me well this weekend. I could just sit and be quiet if I wanted, and they'd ignore me when I spoke because most of the time it was gibberish. My right eye is throbbing. You know, what it does while I'm stressed. I drank a lot this weekend. A lot. Enough to make me wonder if I'm becoming an alcoholic. And I couldn't sleep.
Yeah - these stress levels right now might kill me.