What with the recent events, into which I won’t go here, sufficient to say several forms of shit have hit the fan, and with everything else that’s going on, I’ve learned something important about myself.
I get worried and anxious and majorly stressed-out, but I can still function.
This is interesting. The slightest cold takes me down like the grand piano in cartoons, but anxiety? No sweat. I don’t even lose sleep. When something hurts, I’m useless, but when ten things fall on your head, I’m sorting it out and making plans.
Interesting. And good to know.
Oh, and Teddy hurt his leg. Nothing serious, just a little scratch. Nothing a Hello Kitty band aid can’t fix.