It was 9 days ago that I became aware of Social Butterfly's relapse. That night, in particular, was a very stressful one on multuple levels. I think I went into a mild case of shock. I became very cold to my core--ice cold--with a layer of burning hot on the outside. Exactly like a fever/chills situation without the fever and chills.
I spent last Wednesday reassuring my co-workers that despite the fact I looked like death half-warmed over, I would make it through the day. And of course I did.
Finally, last night, after feeling sick/not-sick for an entire week, my body seems to have re-regulated itself and I am doing much better. It's no coincidence that my improvement coincided with San Diego having a serious case of gorgeous weather and warm temps. I am a SoCal girl born and bred and the sun is a palpable source of energy and healing for me.
I am a coper. It's what I do and I generally do it quite well. This is the first time I've ever had such an odd physical reaction to stress. Not surprisingly, I am not a fan.
I was talking to a dear friend who has had her share of stress and then some and we both agreed that if we do ever crack, our epitaphs should read, "It wasn't a straw that broke the camel's back, it was a giant, f*cking Sequoia."
I'm in the mood for a little thing I like to call uneventfulness; about two months worth, please!