And I thought I was made of sterner stuff!
Work work work work!
Crazzzzzy unreasonable clients I was forced to be polite to, the added workload that was bestowed on me cos my senior quit to have a baby, the fact that she was having a baby, the knowledge that I was actually thankful for the added workload so that I'll be too busy to think about anything else, thinking in spite of the workload... it's been a helluva month.
I guess my body has finally given up on me.
The doc asked me one if I was under a lot of stress.
He gave me enough meds to last me a lifetime and told me I was to "stop thinking" for a bit. Cos it's psychosomatic apparently.
I woke up at 6 am today, but mum said you're not going to work like this no way so I got back to bed and tried to 'relax'. I tossed and turned and finally gave up trying to go back to sleep.
I tried to relax. Tried to 'not think'.
But this not-thinking business is really tough if you're not asleep.
I can think of only one thing that'll help me not think.
Alcohol of course!
Now I know why there are so many drunks in the world.