On days like today I remember the day I learned that beyond a certain point of being overworked and overstressed you find yourself capable of doing less and less work while your stress continues to increase.
Posts Tagged ‘Stress’
It’s An Ugly Cycle
April 12, 2022I Can Always Change My Mind Later If This Doesn’t Work Out
September 30, 2020I’ve made my decision, by the way.
As much fun as it might be to develop some new vices, I don’t really have the time to spare for that right now, so I’ve concluded I’m better off reducing my stressors.
I’ll Get Back To You On What I Decide
September 28, 2020After last week I have come to the conclusion that I either need to reduce the stressors in my life, or to develop a taste for a couple of new vices.
My First Draft Was MUCH Longer
September 25, 2020Rather than risk getting preachy about it, let me just say that sometimes the trick is to cycle among your stress-relieving vices so you don’t get too hooked on any one of them.
I’m Leaning Toward “Not”
November 19, 2018I was mostly joking, of course, when on Friday I inquired about the existence of post-traumatic home reconstruction disorder.
Having had the weekend to observe myself though, I’m reconsidering if I was really joking or not.
The Weird Part Is They USED To Be The Same Thing For Me
December 16, 2016This week I learned that tension and stress, while related, are actually separate things.
And now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and deal with this headache . . . but at least I’m not stressed about it.
Everybody Else Got To Say Something Witty This Week; I Just Wanted To Be Included
September 4, 2015Today while coming back from the hardware store, I was muttering darkly under my breath at the traffic congestion in the parking lot while L’s Mother was patiently explaining to him that the letter “t” in “depot” was silent. “You’re not supposed to pronounce the ‘t’ at all,” she corrected.
“If you say so,” I said amiably, “I’ll be glad when all these ‘idios’ are out of my way then.”
It’s A Strange Coping Mechanism, But It IS A Coping Mechanism
April 29, 2015As I implied most recently yesterday, the stress level due to illness in this household is . . . high right now. When people don’t feel well they tend to be less pleasant to be around, and there are lots of different ways different people deal with that situation.
One of the ways I find myself dealing with it is when I catch myself singing something (to put it politely) “odd” to myself. What follows is an actual example from yesterday as I was looking for some tzatziki:
The tzatziki’s nice.
It is made from mice,
Who are fed a diet . . . exclusively of rice.
They’re inspected daily to ensure they’re free of lice.
The tzatziki’s nice!
Gang Aft Agly Indeed (Part Two)
April 16, 2015But, unfortunately, my three-word plan for a “relaxing day off” became shorted to a two-word plan of “day off” before I even reached noon, and by nightfall, despite everyone’s best efforts, it barely qualified as an unqualified(1) “day,” much less a “day off.”
Some days are just like that.(2)
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(1) Because the qualifiers are all words that were once categorized as “unprintable.”
(2) Yes, I was originally planning to complain more, but it started to taint my today, so I stopped. Some things it just doesn’t help to dwell on. Moving on . . .