Please take care of yourself, Teppy. I know you have had a rough few months, and you are not quite yourself. But you are worth the effort.
Aww, thanks Andi. I was talking to my mom on the phone and she was all, "Allergies! It's just allergies!" (which, you know, I live with 2 cats, and so allergies could be a factor here). And then she told me how she developed excruciating back pain in the week after putting her dog to sleep, and her chiropractor said that stress can definitely manifest physically. To which I said, "Well, maybe that's what this cold is -- a manifestation of stress!"
And my NPD mother, love her though I do, asked, "What stress have you been under?" Oy.
Anyway, I haven't been deliberately neglecting myself; it's just easy to forget about the neti pot, or to not get enough sleep because I want to read just one more chapter (or continue cruising the interwebs), or not get enough fluids because I'm busy reading just one more chapter (or the interwebs). But yeah, I need to take better care of myself, especially until whatever this is abates.
I can buy your chronic cold symptoms as either a direct manifestation of stress, or one of those stress leads to lowered immune response which leads to catching every damned bug that passes within a 20 yard radius of you.
I can buy your chronic cold symptoms as either a direct manifestation of stress, or one of those stress leads to lowered immune response which leads to catching every damned bug that passes within a 20 yard radius of you.
Oh, me too. I always, ALWAYS manage to rally very well in the midst of stress, and this summer was no exception. I feed people, run errands, do whatever they need me to (including pray the Rosary). But damn if I don't crash hard afterward. And the thing is, it takes a while for the crash to happen, like my subconscious stays on alert for a month or two afterwards, just in case more trauma happens. THEN I hit the wall.
Somebody in our neighborhood took a snowblower all the way around the sidewalk, so once we get the driveway plowed, the only thing left is the walk between the sidewalk and the front steps. Of which the bottom two are completely covered in snow. That says a LOT about how much wind blew the snow around, because there is not so much as a dimple showing where I had shoveled yesterday.
ETA: Did I mention that I am extremely grateful for the snow-blowing? I am. A lot. Very. Superlatively.
Steph and Jilli, take care of yourselves!
My dinner is goat cheese on baguette, clemenntines, and an apple. And I'm watching PS I Love You. I'm going to regret that, aren't I?
Just concentrate JDM with an Irish accent. It'll be all good.
And get a box of tissue, just in case.
Yay for neighborhood snow-blowing benefactor.
The biggest problem with P.S. I Love You is Hillary Swank, whom I cannot buy as a romantic leading lady in any way, shape or form.
But the male eye candy in that movie makes up for it.
Blech. Just woke up from a nap with an asthma attack, and my sinuses and ear hurt. Why can't my respiratory system just work the way it's supposed to?
it takes a while for the crash to happen, like my subconscious stays on alert for a month or two afterwards, just in case more trauma happens. THEN I hit the wall.
Ahahahaha. Yes, I am very familiar with this sort of pattern.
Whooo, I had a (not-really-a-surprise) SA, meara, and Plei visit! And they brought me Candy Cane Jo-Jos!
(Pete, after they had left:
"Do you want me to take the rest of those to D&D tomorrow?"
Me, clutching the box to my bosom:
"Nooooo! I am putting them in the freezer. They are MY JO-JOS.")
