Monday,
November 12, 2001

Stress, stress and yet more stress

Daily word count: 0

Word count for the month: 6,160

I'm sorry about coming to such a standstill with the journal, folks -- this has been an extraordinarily bad week for me with regards to stress levels, and I haven't been in much condition to update journals, write novels or do any of that creative stuff. In fact, what I have been concentrating on are ways of relaxing so that my blood pressure doesn't shoot through the roof and I don't give myself a heart attack or a stroke. So far, I've tried meditation (which works when I can shut off my brain long enough), the occasional drinkie-poo (but I don't want to go down that route for obvious reasons) and generally decathecting -- disconnecting from it all and living inside an invisible space helmet while I go about my daily routine. Which also works, except that I don't want to be disconnected from it all.

*sigh* It also doesn't help that I seem to have the cold from hell, or that my uterus seems to have thrown up its hands when it comes to regular menstrual cycles. I really do need to get this checked out, since I'm starting to suspect I may have PCOS and they've got some new treatments for it these days that may also counteract part of my metabolic problems.

I dunno, Marty. Ever feel like you're just having one of those lives?