Occasionally, my body & I disagree. Sometimes quite vehemently. For instance, I think stress should be a purely mental thing, unless it’s played out over long term. Long term stress, fine, like if you’ve been working 80 hours a week for a month, or you just can’t get any downtime, or whatever. That makes sense, that’s allowed to take a toll.
But short term or immediate stress? Short term stress should NOT make me feel like puking. This isn’t fair. Hell, this isn’t even serious! I have shit to do, I know this will get resolved before too long, but I’m still a hair away from grabbing the bathroom key so I can go worship the porcelain goddess. Worse, it’s a public restroom — there are other women on this floor who use the same toilets, and I know I’d be put off if I went into the bathroom and found one of our office neighbours vomiting up her faux scrambled eggs.
Could be worse. Last night, I just about lost my lunch at the dog park. Luckily, it was dark, there was nobody else around, and Justice was having a grand old time running around in circles and sniffing madly, ignorant of my cold-sweat-leaning-against-a-disgusting-rock-thinking-about-unicorns act.
Fuck you, body. I’m dealing with it, it’ll be fine soon, get over it.
What’s stressing you hun?
And hey…maybe you’re just pregnant.
:P
*ducks and covers*
ha ha ha. *loads the shot gun* C’mere.