As much as I hate baseball, the analogy fits. I’ve got two strikes batting against stress at work. First there was the thrown back last month. Then last night I feinted twice at dinner. An ambulance ride to the hospital and a night in the emergency room has me a bit shaken up right now. My heart is strong, my blood pressure back to normal (it was low) and a couple of hours sleep has me feeling much better. The lightheadedness is gone and I’ve had a couple of meals without feinting.
Weird shit. Very scary.
Time to take a break from work. Today and Monday are forced vacations by my doctor. I think maybe I’ll have to do something more drastic and cut out either my night time or morning time meetings. Cut back in general at work. This sucks because I love my job. Crap.
Well, now is as good a time as any to cut back at work. I’ve got the girls to take care of soon.