So I ended skipping both my Stats class and exam, took a nap (the best nap EVER) and went to the library to watch an assigned movie for my Shakespeare in Film course: Ian McKellen in Richard III. At least my family is not being picked off one by one by a power obsessed meglomaniac.
Seriously, I am taking a full day off to pack, I have lined up at least four friends to help me move, and I asked for extentions from my professors which they have no reason not to give me. If they don’t, I really don’t care.
I really don’t have the money, Pooch, but I am getting myself a massage anyway. Especially after I got home last night to find my friggen roommate ATE a whole bake-at-home pizza I bought. The whole thing. I can’t WAIT to live alone. Thanks, guys, this too shall pass.
It doesn’t have to be ulcers to cause you pain. When I was in my early 20’s I found myself getting sharp pains just below my breastbone when I ate. I went to the doctor, who told me that the valve (flange? Doohickey?) at the opening of my stomach was spasming. It was stress related, and he gave me some pills to take before eating which cured the problem. I also changed jobs (which I needed to do  and never renewed the prescription. Since then, when I get that twinge I know I am over-doing and take a break
Do you mean a hiatal hernia? I have one of those, they’re a real bitch. There’s anything you can really do abou tthem, though; and even the test to confirm it consists of putting the entire Action News team down your throat with a camera . . .
So, I live with it—the only real drawback is that it REALLY hurts when I get the hiccups . . .
My favorite technique for stress:
Step 1: Kick the punching bag for 15 or 20 minutes.
Step 2: Run a mile or so (or bike 5 or so)
Step 3: all your stress has been converted into Heat and Kinetic energy, left your body, and is no longer troubling you. You may have raised the ambient temperature of the universe a billionth of a degree though.
If you say it, mean it. If you mean it, do it.
If you do it, live it. If you live it, say it.
My ways of dealing with stress:
Find an object, make it the center of all your frustration, then rend it to pieces. I go through more keyboards this way…
Pick a fight.
Scream. Loudly.
As you can see, I don’t deal with stress terribly well, which is why I tend to avoid it at all costs. Much better ways of dealing with stress are:
Breathe. Take a step back, and just focus on breathing as long and as slow as possible.
Stretch. Lay down on the ground, and try to get your fingertips as far away from your toes as possible.
Get drunk, have some guy give you a long naked massage, and then have lots of consentual protected sex. The drink and massage will relax you, and the sex should work off nervous energy and release endorphines to put you in a better mood. If a suitable guy cant be found locally, I’d be happy to voulenteer my, er, services…
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“I never meant to hurt you,” you said,
And buried yourself in lies instead.
Next time I would rather be slain,
Than forced to bear your mercy again.
and never renewed the prescription. Since then, when I get that twinge I know I am over-doing and take a break