My body is weird. Stress doesn’t make me eat more, eat less, or cry a lot.
When I get moderately stressed, the skin around my ears bleeds from an odd rubbing habit I’ve had since I was a kid.
When I get really stressed, my body goes into a self-induced coma.
This job loss has me REALLY stressed.
It’s not a big deal, I just don’t think I should operate any heavy equipment or walk in high heels. In fact, it’s kinda nice. If I ever require surgery, just tell me I’ve got to figure out a way to pay cash for the doctors and I’ll pass right out. I could save a fortune on an anesthesiologist.
My husband is dealing with it exactly as I expected – with a huge smile on his face. I married the eternal optimist. Some people are blessed with the ability to see only the positive in situations, and he’s one of those people. He’s been active in his job search and has been an all around very pleasant person.
It’s annoying as hell.
But at least I get to sleep through it.