I like to think I don't get stressed. After all I am a native southern Californian. We are a laid back people right? Turns out we can get stressed too. Last week was a really crappy week for me. I got a mean, rude, nasty, totally uncalled for message from my former husband. I applied for a job and was really excited about it, of course I did not get it. And worst of all my mom went to the hospital at 3am on Thursday. All of these things happened in 24 hours. So I suddenly had a little stress to deal with. Well, maybe more then a little.

I thought I'd handled it alright. I was a mess for six hours or so then I was back. Well, I appeared to be back. Then came the chest pains, nausea, abdominal cramping, headaches and insomnia. Maybe on the surface I was back, but the stress was still there. You see, I (and the rest of my family) tend to suffer from what Tarzan's friend Tantor calls emotional constipation. We don't share. We pretend everything is fine. We keep it all inside. I've been working on that a lot since my marriage ended. That is sort of one of the purposes of this blog. Writing things here will at least get them off my chest. My friends will read it and know what is really going on. Maybe I will even start to be more at ease talking openly to people. Or maybe I will just pretend everything is fine here too? I hope not.

So, anyway, I have not heard anything else from the former husband. That's good. The job would have been nice, but oh well. And Mom has successfully had her gall bladder removed. She may be released today. That would be great! So the stressful times seem to have passed for now. But for some reason the physical effects linger. How to get rid of them? Time? Time off? Rest? Deep breaths? I guess I will figure it out eventually.