I'll have to take you up on that sometime.
Yes, that would definitely be stress.
I didn't know you were burgled. Hope they catch the creeps.
Yeah, it's gotten stressy enough that there doesn't seem any point to mention little things like that....
Hugs and supportive thoughts to you. Good luck wading through everything!
Thank you...and I do feel like I'm finally wading rather than drowning :-).
No shit, Sherlock. :-)
Yup, that counts as lots of stress. Remember to take a few deep breaths every so often and be kind to yourself. I find that a little bit of indulgence goes a long way in moments like these.
Thank you; this helped me think about grabbing some whiskey, and getting a light buzz to go with StupidComputerGames, and it was helpful....
I'm so sorry that all that stuff has landed on you at once, John. I hope some moments of respite come soon, and especially that work stuff begin to go better for you.
Thanks. I've managed to separate my head from the big stuff, and I'm able to start dealing with them, a bit at a time.
The work stuff... well, I have some ideas on how to deal with it, but, of course, it depends on how clueless my boss really is.
Oy. GoodThoughts. Stress just wears a person down, and it's insidious, hiding in the background...
Nod. But the good news is, I'm starting to realize this is all *fixable*. Not happy, but fixable.
Any one of those things would be plenty stressful on its own. The way you described it in email the other day ("a really shitty week to end a really shitty month, at the end of a really shitty season, of a really shitty year" was spot on. Here's hoping for better - and you know if there's anything I can do to help make that happen, I will.
Things will get better. And, on the positive side, I've started a new TitanQuest character.
I think I have a couple of your old ones from when I saved games off the laptop last time I was up. Should you want them...
Thank you - I've been feeling the same thing, wishing you had a sane/healthy place to live....
Um, and had your home invaded by a burglar, and some of your stuff stolen, apparently. Yeah, that combo is pretty high on the stress scale.
Nod... I was surprised how nonplussed I was by the burglary before I realized "oh, yeah, emotional exhaustion. Ain't nothing left to stress *with*."
sounds like even with stress you are making sense of a shitty situation. And you have pat to help and lots of friends who care
Nod. That's not to say I couldn't use a long, warm kittent-hug.
Yeah... all of those things are a bit stressful. Together you have an enormous stress stew, and it isn't all locavore and organic either.
Yes... but on the plus side, I suppose, the stew will break down after it cooks long enough. And, maybe I can compost the rest of it?
That sounds like an enormous amount of stress.
Sending you warm thoughts.
Thank you; warm thoughts are definitely welcome!
Well let's see:
Stress at work=S
Added stress of uncaring boss=S
Trying to make the jump to Perf team before boss can end employment=S
big family fight=S
a death in the family=S
being house poor=S
and then having that house burglarized=S^S
So: S compounded by S which is then compounded by S, which is then compounded by another S, which is then compounded by yet another S, which is then compounded by an additional S, which is then compounded by a final S^S. All that equals S^S^S^S^S^S^S^S. Yep, that's a lot of stress.
Yes... I think I made the right call yesterday, doing some modest drinking and blowing off study time playing computer games.
Yowzers. This really HAS been Teh Year of teh SUCK. Big hugs, and yes, that is a huge amount of stress...any one of them is. I am happy to do whatever I can do relieve any stress that I might be able to relieve. *hug*
Well, if we lived closer, I'd definitely talk to you about that healing circle :-). But as it is, just knowing that you're out there, and that you care, helps.
I hadn't heard about the burglary. I'm so sorry. And, yes, you're under *enormous* stress; be really really good to yourself.
Well, I didn't talk about the burglary; I'm kinda at the "little stuff like that? Not worth mentioning any more" stage. (Yes, I know, burglaries *aren't* little stuff. But they feel like it. I'm just glad I don't own much of portable value.)