BLOOD

I have a major problem with stress. I get stressed out over the most rediculous things, and I always fear for my health because of it. Today, I was pleasantly suprised. Let me explain why.

We are having health screenings today at work. They are taking blood. I'm afraid of needles.

Driving to work, I looked at the clock in my car. 7:08, which really means it's 7:01. My time to go in was 7:20. I was elated when I noticed I wasn't at all scared. The reason I was so happy was because I realized that I've learned how to cope with stress. Unfortunately the way I do it is to not think about it. I'll see if I can work on that.

This blog is not all that interesting. I guess I'm thinking about other things right now. I HATE obsessing over things.

Results:

Height: 5'4 1/2"

Weight: 105 lbs

Waist: 24 1/2 "

Hips: 32"

Tempurature: 98.5

Blood Pressure: 114/64 (normal: 120/80)

Heart Rate: 71 (normal: 60-100)

Body fat: 17.7% (normal: 21-33%) :(

So I guess I'm doing pretty well.

Human Nature and Addiction

I noticed, not too long ago, that I strongly associate weather with emotions or feelings. Yesterday I thought it felt like the 70's. The weather was sunny and and slightly warm, so I decided to roll down the windows and blast 80's new wave.

Today, the weather feels like going to Wal-mart. I guess I might have went to Wal-mart on a day where the weather was similar to today's, but these feelings the weather brings forth really have nothing to do with a certain category. I think it's safe to say that "going to Wal-mart" and "the 70's" are not altogether closely related.

Another example, I will be going to Texas this weekend, and will be spending time with a friend, however, I really don't want to spend time with this friend unless the sky is cloudy and gray. I made plans with him to spend time together anyway, but I know I just won't be as happy. I know it's rediculous.

I thought of this because this lady here at my work has had a pencil for 6 years. She lost it today and she is freaking out. She's taken an extra smoke break, she has been looking for it for an hour in complete hysterics. It's only a pencil! Another thing she does, she'll play a game of solitaire on the computer, and if she wins, she thinks she's going to have a good day, and if she loses it's a bad day. So today she also loses her game of solitaire, and she says "See, I told you it was a bad day today." I thought How rediculous! What can a game of solitaire or losing a freaking pencil have to do with a good day or a bad day? The pencil isn't magic. The game of solitaire isn't a fortune teller. But then I remembered the weather thing I have and realized how rediculous I am.

So here's what I propose. I will try to link good days with something a little less sporadic. Something like "Wow, today's a great day because I'm breathing" or "Today is going to be awesome because I'm wearing clothes to work."

Topic change: I've found something more addictive than heroin or meth. It's called popping. People try to act like it isn't a big deal. One time in the morning, once before bed, but then it gets out of controll and you're sneaking to the bathroom every five minutes just to get that feeling...So I've been 3 days without popping my back, shoulders, hips and neck. They say after the third day it gets easier, but I say "probably not". I allow myself to pop my toes and fingers, just so that I'm not trying to conquer the world all at once. Wish me luck. I can already feel my sponge rehydrating, whatever that means.

Books and things

I have an attention span similar to the life span of a fruit fly: all too fleeting. Here I am at work, and I'm writing a blog. Sure, I should be filing confirmations and comparisons for the broker trades, sure I should be weeding out prospectuses, but it's all but impossible to stay focused. The other day I was organizing files, and right in the middle of it, I decided to look and see how much it would cost for piano lessons. Or I could be labeling the mailings, and then I'll stop to write a short two liner that I've thought of, or inquire google as to where the term "a pig and a poke" came from. If you'd like to know, venders back in the 1700's or some time that I'm not familiar with, used to sell suckling pigs at market in pokes (known to us as "sacks" or "bags") Well, sometimes the merchants would actually have something of lesser grade in the pokes, things such as cats or hares. This is also where the phrase, "Letting the cat out of the bag" comes from, because sometimes this scam would be exposed. Well, whenever you let the cat out of the bag, the seller was often times "left holding the bag" which is where that phrase came from as well. Isn't it interesting how things come about? Uh-oh. Did you notice the tangent I went on? I think the problem is that my job requires no mental process. Although, I get that way no matter what I'm doing. Once I had a boyfriend talk to me about something that was very "important". When he asked me what I was thinking about, I didn't want to lie, but I felt horrible. "What it would look like to have a big baby with a little head sitting next to a little baby with a big head."