I have a number of anxiety trigger thanks to my previous insanity but it's down to circumstances as to whether the trigger is pulled. There are some triggers that are hair-trigger sensitive and others that are quite hard to pull such as seeing work from long ago. Recently I encountered a hair-trigger, a trigger that would have pulled a year ago at first contact. Then several more times following that until the magazine was empty (ClickClickClickClick). I remained composed.
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I'd had an awesome mates date lunch and barreled in from the bus to announce it."I had an awesome lunch—sushi!""Ergh," yelled theBoy. It turned out just three minutes before I walked in the door he'd tried sushi for the first time and promptly thrown up on the kitchen floor. It had only just been cleaned up. Probs wept. Later I mentioned it again—"It was squid and chicken!"—and that prompted another chorus of ixnay on the ushisay. What a hilarious coda for a working week.
I've bounce back from anxiety quickly now, able to return to a state of calm from extreme panic and even able now to discuss the past rationally and without crying. Perhaps it's from all the experience I've had.WFTW.
In addition to post-bath drying himself on my clothed body if I am foolish enough to lie on the big bed, he's also taken to sitting on me to get dressed.He now calls me "couch towel". Sometimes, before he does it, he'll sing out "Get ready, couch towel!" Pwned. UPDATE: It happened again. There was much glee.
I had a bad day recently. A rehab meeting, but not the good kind of "looking forward" ones. I was already in a state of anxiety when I arrived at work, my IBS raging as evidenced by the malodorous offenses as caused against two disabled toilets (1), but I'd managed to keep working through once I'd dealt with an unpleasant chore.I'd just tackled a large lump of work and was feeling better for having accomplished something when I found out about the meeting.
I've spent the past few days enjoying the heady rush of severe abdominal discomfort with toilet business I won't go into.
Plus the toilet light isn't working so I've had to use a torch at night. And I look ... I always look.
I've been raiding dollar shops of late, hunting for a cheap set of magnets to lo buy for my shed, the interior of which is festooned with good memories tat from high school, uni and my working life such as old transcripts, comedy posters, and photocopies of various office items we made as bored mail-room people in the late '90s like that of a staple remover pre-shredder and a staple remover, post. As I acquire evidence of fun times had I magnetically-adhere the evidence to the shed wall such
We have a small yard, private and festooned with garden bling. We have solar lights wreathed around struts and poles and through branches of trees that come on at dusk and stay glowing 'til early morn along with various outside metal statues of a spring-based and quirky nature seeded through garden.Recently we added some cows and a toucan. The toucan is in the hiding tree.It has yet to be found.UPDATE: He found it. Aw, awesome.