I feel sorry for my husband and boyfriend. They really put up with so much from me. Especially when I hit my physical limits. My sensitivities can be challenging enough, but stress in general is something my body struggles to cope with. Certain times of year (like winter) can make it even worse.
WARNING: Rant follows…
Between a writing class, Nanowrimo, and prepping a manuscript for submission, I developed tendonitis in both wrists the week after Thanksgiving, so writing has been, well…OW.
Last weekend, while at my boyfriend’s, I also managed to trigger an episode of reflux, so between the esophageal spasms and wrist pain (and subsequent headache that set in with lancing pain in my left eyeball), I had a complete physical meltdown, and was just shy of tears. Needless to say, I cut our weekend short, which is a disappointment for everyone.
And, did I mention my Seasonal Affective Disorder? I’m a lot less fun to be around when the days get so short. The only thing sexy about me in winter is my socks.
I really am just about the perfect example of a snowflake. I have so many things wrong with me but none of them are bad enough to be of concern – it’s just lots of annoying discomforts and pains, so as much as I whine about them I have to admit, I’m still damn lucky.
All the same, I’d really love to talk to someone about a trade-in!