Yesterday was one of those days where a variety of little things kept going wrong. Nothing large enough to be substantial on its own, but by the end of the day they all added up.
I have the misfortune of having both IBS and Generalized Anxiety Disorder, so when the stress planets align I can go from feeling normal to violently ill in a matter of about an hour. This phenomenon has always been there, it happened when I was a kid at sleepovers, it happened during away basketball games in school, it has happened while getting ready for parties in college… I’m just an excitable person I guess. It doesn’t even have to be bad feelings about anything, it could just be plain old excitement and I’m still doomed.
I’ve seen a few gastro (stomach) specialists and the best advice they can give me is to avoid stress.
Honestly that is the most laughable advice I can imagine, who can avoid stress? If I could do that, don’t you think I would have been doing it by now?
This time of year is particularly bad for me, there is a lot going on.
So you can imagine that last night when I’d been in bed 30 minutes or so and I realized I couldn’t remember if I’d taken my medication, things went south quickly.
The man and I both concluded that I hadn’t taken it, so I did, but the fuse had already been lit. It’s 12 hours later now and I’m still sick as a dog, I guess the possibility of accidentally taking 1800 mg of Lithium (when I normally take 900) was enough to scare the bajeezus out of me. I am certain that that isn’t what happened but the anxiety was already sparked.
Today is going to be a long day, I have a lot to do. Maybe I can coerce my tummy into a truce with some cream of wheat.