Wednesday, 10 December 2008

In Which I Thought I Died

I've not written for ages for a very simple reason;

STRESS

It's not like I have a particular reason to be stressed, at least none that I can think of [apart from a few that I won't discuss at this very moment]. But there it is. Stress. Such a small, pathetic word that nonetheless can turn someone's world turn upside down or at least appear to be. Imagine turning your handbag upside down and e v e r y t h i n g in it falls out. Change, lip gloss, keys, cover stick, tampons etc. Literally everything falls out and as you frantically try to gather it all up you, to make matters worse, by falling on your ass and accidentally push a [in its wrapper] tampon up your nose.

Yeah, that's about it.

Oh, and did I mention the part where I'm rushing to get to the Post Office and had what felt like a heart attack? Yes, I dropped my bags outside Subways, had to kneel down while clutching my chest. I managed to drag myself and shopping bags across to a bench where a guy (who saw it all) came to make sure I was ok. It passed after a while but I seriously thought I had a heart attack.

my heart rate is still not showing any signs of slowing down and silly things makes it beat even harder.

But I'm still alive and that's one less thing to be stressed about - or is it?

;)

1 comment:

Mrs E (ibland Grefvinnan) said...

I understand totally how you feel, have soooo been there. Try to breathe and think about the good things in life (like me ;p)