This past weekend was what I would call shitty in pretty much every way imaginable (other than nobody died – or at least nobody I know died). I’m too exhausted, disgusted, tired, stressed, and even nauseated to spell it all out. It involved cars, car repair, and, uh, the reason I should neve actually consider doing anything. Let’s just say shit broke, I had wrong parts, I was so sore and tired from 12 hours worth of grovelling on the garage floor that I couldn’t sleep on Saturday, I found more problems on Sunday which made it impossible to sleep last night, and I was waiting for something terrible to happen on my way in this morning. It didn’t, so now I can spend the ride home anticipating something bad on the way home. I’m just too old and tired and poor for this shit.
Do you have to work tomorrow?
Yes I do. Well, I suppose technically I could have taken today off, but I didn’t. And it turns out the guy who I work with who knows what he’s doing was off yesterday and may be out for a while as he seems to be suspecting appendicitis. So, I am experiencing major stress and anxiety. If my BP wasn’t high before, it is now. Like, I wouldn’t be surprised to see the top of my head pop off.
I am surprised we don’t have a smiley for that.
Take care of yourself and don’t feel alone in stressville. I am about to explode myself.
I know you’re going through a real pain in the ass time. I hope you’re holding up OK and that everything works out.