So for a day and a half my head throbbed. I had self-diagnosed over the course of these 36 hours and decided at one point or another that I had carbon monoxide poisoning, a brain tumor, aneurysm, meningitis, stroke, and maybe even plague. I was convinced I had to be dying. (Just for the record I'd never been a hypochondriac before WebMD.)
So then last night I go to my son's first high school band concert. I'm thinking when he starts jamming on the drums without a doubt my head will explode. Instead, the headache went away. The hubs and I found some amusement (which I won't go into otherwise the world would think of me as even more of a horrible person for laughing at the thing I was laughing at) but once I got my mind off the headache and all the silly things that have been racing through my head it went away. Huh. Tension Headache. Never considered that. So much easier to assume plague
Gotta love stress. So from here on out, I'm living life stress-free. I know you can't just declare that and make it true, yet I am. No more needless worrying about... well, anything. If it's out of my control, I need to learn to accept that and stop being such a freak. I'm just now learning that I can't control EVERYTHING. (Yet, I so love to try.)
We will see how this new way of life goes, but already I'm feeling pretty awesome about not giving a rat's butt.
T. MICHELLE NELSON