It's such a small word. A lovely word really. Sexy even.
So why does it cause my stomach to crunch into knots?
Let's all say it together. Stress.
One more time. I couldn't hear you. STRESSSSsssssssssss.
Yes, that's better.
That wasn't so bad, was it?
I said to a friend this week, "Stress will kill ya!" It's so true.
So today, after waiting allllll day long to hear from one little CT scan report and having to wait another whole daaaaay tomorrow for another specialist to view the reports on my loved one, I shall try to deal with the stressssssssssssss a little better tomorrow.
The first order of business tonight will be a hot hot bath with Epsom salts. I don't need those fancy pearls of bubbles. Not since I discovered the healing properties of the epsom. You should try it. It's awesome.
Now THAT'S the kind of stressssss I need.
In preparation for another night of worry (I can't help it) I did manage to purchase three new shades of lipstick today. I'm sure my doctor would approve of my techniques for distraction and lowering anxiety levels. Some people do yoga.
I buy lipstick.
Revlon's Fire and Ice, Coralberry (for those fruity days) and Loreal's Temptress Charmeuse.
See? I told you stress could be sexy.