There are three reasons why I know I am stressed out.
- My back is killing me. First it was the neck and shoulders. Now it’s the lower back. I swear, I can’t take this nonsense. The massage I got last week – at 8:30 in the morning because, yes, I was that desperate – helped, but didn’t knock out the pain.
- I am eating my emotions. I swear, I can’t say no to food. I might have an unnatural relationship with trail mix. Why are you so good, trail mix?! Why?!?! And while I’m trying to get back on the gym train, please see point one. Back pain and gyms don’t really mesh. Maybe it’s this stupid chair I’m using at work. Fuck!
- My jaw has started hurting. Back when I was at the non-profit job two summers ago in a town I didn’t want to be in (DC – tho I’ve gotten over it) and working for a boss who is hell on earth (no, still haven’t quite gotten over that, especially because my current job, which I like, continues to threaten to bring into contact with that woman), I developed what I thought was an ear ache. I tried all sorts of over-the-counter treatments to avoid seeing a doctor. So committed to this path, was I, that I actually used ear dropped. I even had to ask HC to put them in for me, which is something I don’t do lightly. Turns out, it was a stress-related tightening of the jaw. For the first time since that dark summer, the pain has returned. This is not a good sign.