Ellemental

My grandmother, who is 80 and extremely healthy, is in the hospital. She’s ok, and thanks to the insulin gods will probably be in even better shape when she’s released (hopefully today.)

I have an extremely low tolerance for stress. That’s one of the drawbacks of living a charmed life. Seriously. When something happens I’m a wreck. It’s not that I run around waving my hands in the air or anything. I handle whatever happens, but then afterward, physically I break down. Zits, sleep, generally flu-y feeling. My body is a mess right now. Probably the Snickers habit isn’t helping either.
Although I’m not Catholic, I try to observe Lent. Give something up, pick something up. So I’m giving up Snickers and all manner of food that I pick up after getting gas. Or pick up while standing in line at the grocery store (I will actually seek out a grocery line that has the GIANT Snickers bars. No Rice Krispy bars. That’s gonna hurt. But I’m also picking up something for 40 days – I’ve decided to pamper myself as much as possible until Easter. I know that sounds shallow, but egads – If someone I was close to was stressed out, I’d like to think I’d be there to soothe, or to help, or to do whatever they needed to get through the rough patch. I need to do the same thing for myself.