Stress Puppy and Sleepy Kitty

Stress Puppy and Sleepy Kitty

I’ve been a stress puppy, instead of a sleepy kitty. (I prefer to be a sleepy kitty, in case you were wondering.)

Zaphod, snoring.

Zaphod, snoring.

A total stress puppy. I’m getting snappy and snarly at work and at home, and I’m not loving it.

And then this happened.

My head exploded.

My head exploded.

Yep, my head totally exploded. Okay, so I was coughing (but I didn’t have a cold!) and that kicked off my gag reflex, but still. Head. EXPLODED.

Artist's interpretation of the pain close up.

Artist’s interpretation of the pain close up.

I could barely breathe, it hurt so bad. Like someone had taken the back of my neck and tried to stretch it to my nose. I haven’t hurt that bad since brain surgery. So, I went to the doc, and got myself diagnosed with a post-nasal drip, plus an ergonomic stress headache. Fix the body, fix the stress, lose the headache but, in the meantime, here’s some muscle relaxants.

What has the hubby been saying to me for the last month? “Get your cough checked out. Sit up straight at the computer.”

Tom Ashworth, Self Portrait 2008 (?)

Tom Ashworth, Self Portrait 2008 (?)

So, yeah, he’s been saying “I told you so” and nagging in a loving way ever since. (Please note – I am sitting up straight and my shoulders are down as I type this.)

And now I’ve got more stress coming (in a good way) – The play development group I’m with, Fierce Backbone, is doing a full reading of my play tonight. Gulp. And I’m on muscle relaxants.

Title page to Cassandra Cries.

Title page to Cassandra Cries.

My two actors were supposed to meet to rehearse – one couldn’t make it the first night, the other couldn’t make it the second night. My leading lady now has an interview at 6pm tonight – which is when they were going to get together to get a quick rehearsal in. And I’m still not sure if I have a narrator (but I’m assured I do). We’re supposed to start by 7:30pm tonight. I’m on muscle relaxants and I’m still somewhat of a stress puppy, but at least it’s a “good” stress. (???) And a milestone event!!!

So, in order to celebrate this milestone, Hubby made cuppy cakes. CHOCOLATE cuppy cakes. Which we shall take with us tonight to bribe everyone. Along with some red wine.

CUPPY CAKES!!! Unfrosted, true, but still...CUPPY CAKES!!!

CUPPY CAKES!!! Unfrosted, true, but still…CUPPY CAKES!!!

As I look back at the last two years and three months since I started this new Day Job, I realized one thing – I haven’t had a vacation. I’ve taken time off, but that was always to go to writer’s conferences, not to sit in the Mammoth mountains and chill out for ten days. If I had, maybe I could have missed out on this little stress headache adventure. Because writer’s conferences ARE NOT VACATIONS. They are work days. Fun? Yes. Stressful? YES. I wouldn’t have missed them for the world, but…sigh.

My advice? Vacations. Take them.

Big Squishy Hugs to you ALL!