So I’m a little stressed. I was stressed before I hit the deer, discovered I’m probably going to be looking at people sideways in a couple of years, and found out there was no cake in my future. Now I’m interacting several times a day with an app that yells at me (figuratively speaking) if I don’t eat breakfast. I’m making progress, my numbers are coming down, but they’re not coming down fast enough, especially that bottom line blood pressure number. I should be seeing better results. I’m Jenny Crusie, damn it, I do everything well. Okay, not relationships or housecleaning or cooking (the smoke alarm went off last night while I was making salad), but a lot of things. THIS thing. THIS THING I SHOULD BE DOING WELL.
Okay, I’m a little more than a little stressed. Continue reading