By the end of yesterday, I was beyond stressed. Let's see why was I stressed: I have been feeling like crap because of the bump on my head. I have two friends in hospice care (see yesterday's blog). I have several other medical issues to deal with – my PCP keeps sending me with more blood tests to figure out why I have been so anemic (problem since chemo). My neck hurts from the (stupid) bone spur. My mother ended up in the emergency room yesterday (but she's going home today). I have my first craft show this weekend and need to get ready. I can't remember the rest.
I was so stressed I was ready to call for an prescription of ativan (a/k/a lorazepam). But I survived.
This morning I have taken my time to get ready for my upcoming craft fair. I have also talked to a friend and my mother. I feel slightly less stressed and am relaxing enough to get things done.
I hate stress. I don't need any more medical issues. My mother needs to get healthier.