October 22 2008
So this has pretty much been a week from hell and it's only Wednesday.
Of course, I knew it was going to be bad from about 6AM on Monday when the dog puked next to my bed.
In my life at this point, I have several things that I am most likely over-reacting to on a daily basis: fertility treatments, a dog with kidney failure, a bad budgeting experiment, a little bit of job uncertaintly, and now a cat with a busted paw.
Oh, and that doesn't include the bonuses like the cable modem dying and my holiday preserves burning.
I know I tend to blow things out of proportion and stress about things that are out of my control...blah blah blah...yadda yadda yadda...
I also know all of those little stress managment tricks from every source imaginable (therapists, web sites, magazines, yoga instructors, aromatherapists, acupuncturists, doctors, husbands, mothers, friends). I don't think they work for me.
I still seem to be perpetually stressed about something I logically know to be stupid and uncontrollable.
Tomorrow, when I go for my IUI (instead of the IVF I was supposed complete this week due to a lack of egg production a.k.a. "stupid malfunctioning reproductive system") I think I'm going to inquire about mood stablizers and what options are available for someone trying to whip their "stupid malfunctioning reproductive system" into shape.
I can't take too much more of this without breaking (or yelling at the wrong person).
