It’s been two long week, and I’m anxiously going out of my mind. Anxious and moppy can describe the mood I’ve been plagued with — it’s not pretty… not pretty at all. Two weeks ago, I tore my calf muscle teaching my fitness class, and I’m still not able to walk on it. For a person of my activity level, this is bloody torture. I need my exercise, it’s what I use to deal with my anxiety. I WANT TO RUN damn it… I just want to run.
Then there is my car. My money sucking, aging, stress machine. I took it into the shop yesterday morning, and it will not be ready until tomorrow. Money stresses me out, and my car bill is going to be around $1400. Brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. I’m unable to get around by foot, and I have to rely on friends for rides — I feel like a child. A child ready to have a temper tantrum. I feel like sitting on the floor of my office and screaming my face off…. hmmmmm I wonder if that would get me some paid time off?
My calf and my car will eventually be fine, but the waiting has me anxious and stressed out. Ah well…. a breath and some wine will get me through another night. Thank god for wine.