Two more days and my only son will be wed! What a day Thursday (August 25) will be. There’s a hurricane in the Atlantic that’s still deciding where it will hit. (I’m expecting it to be an unwelcome guest at my son’s reception).
Now I know you think that’s a silly thing to say, but I’ve learned over the years to ALWAYS expect the unexpected and “cover all the angles.” My logic is this: if I plan for it now and it doesn’t happen — good. If I don’t plan for it and it happens, who knows how I’ll react.
I have never handled change very well, as any of my close relatives can tell you. That’s just one of the many reasons why I retired early from Government service. I just knew I would have a heart attack or stroke if I continued working; so I retired at 52 instead of struggling to put in 3 more years for a full retirement.
Today I am once again struggling, but it’s because of stress. I know doctors will tell you that some stress is good, but believe me if you can’t handle it — any stress is bad news!
I awoke at 4:00 am and arose to discover that the room and I were spinning around like a top. It’s been a long time since I felt this way. I calmly sat down and took a drink from the filled glass I keep by the bed and wished it was liquor instead of watery ice tea.
I arose again because I needed to get to the bathroom, and walked like a sea sick passenger on an ocean liner. I finished in the bathroom and proceeded to return to bed and told myself to “calm down.” Biofeedback exercises — — like deep breathing — can help with stress, but did not calm me this morning.
I attempted to clear all thoughts from my mind and was prepared to cry hysterically if need be. (You would not believe how the sobbing helps. I think it’s because you can’t be swooning when you’re too busy blowing your nose so you can breathe).
Now I am once again blogging about my silly antics because I hope all you other overly emotional people out in Bloggland will know that you are not alone — I’m swooning and deep breathing right along with you!