I woke up this morning with one. A stress headache.
I’ve had it for days now actually. It’s bosom buds with the perpetual knot in my tum tum. (listen people…I have THREE kids! I’m allowed to use the random kiddie word!)
Course I always go a little mental when life feels heavy. In fact, it’s a miracle I’ve lived this long without an ulcer!
I think too much! WAY too much!
I stress out too much! Seriously…WAY too much! Toby totally comes by his anxiety issues honest.
I have a knack for mountain-ing mole hills!
Which may be precisely what I’m doing with this whole travelling to Detroit thing-a-ma-bob.
But until Dr. Rockstar has a chance to review these…
…and calls me back with a firm answer. And his secretary sets up a firm date for a consult.
And our insurance gives us a firm green light for coverage.
So I can book some firm tickets.
And give our fan club a firm idea of what the heck is going on…in our journey to rescue that muchkin down there…
Maybe I should nick it? You know…become friends. Count it a blessing…that I have something to stress headache about. That my life isn’t dull. Boring. Hum drum. That I don’t have gobs of energy to pour into silly things…like…running marathons? Or saving the planet one cloth diaper at a time? Or putting on a real clothes?
What I wouldn’t give to have a little hum drum around here! Although it’s doubtful I’d be of the cloth diaper persuasion even without the stress action.
My life is what it is. Seizures. Stress. Heachaches. Smiles…like my attempt at throwing in a happy bone! But here I am…not even able to fully gather my wits to write a flippin’ post that makes sense. Particularly with my first born in my ear anxiously begging me to check out Club Penguin with him!
Despite my throbbing temples I have checked in on and…prayed for sweet little Sophie all day!