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May 09, 2008
Benefits of Crying (Wolf)
I haven't been able to sleep much the last few nights because I've taken to drinking Big Gulps of Diet Coke starting around 10 p.m. This new found energy allowed me to stay up until 1 last night finishing my book, (which was pretty good, but also very heavy-handed on the whole "animal abuse" front). Then, still not tired enough to sleep, I decided to cap off the evening by freaking out about weird, itchy bumps/bites that are on my arms and legs. In tears, I woke Matt up to posit the idea that there was some sort of parasite living inside of me. He failed to concur but let me have my freakout anyway, even suggesting we could go to the ER. After I said, "But they'd laugh at me..." it began to dawn that yes, I just might be overreacting. Especially since I have allergies to soap, and my friend Hannah washed all my sheets last week whilst housesitting and probably didn't use the "no-dye, no-fun" soap I like to use, and etc. etc.
This kind of behavior is not new to me, or any of my close friends and family. About once every three months, I have a major medical meltdown relating to some unexplainable problem that eventually turns into nothing and/or remains a figment of my imagination. (See: MS freakout from 1999-2004, hairloss freakout from 2004-6, bedbug freakout 2005, etc.). It's a charming attribute that really endears my friends and family to me. It also causes me to lose hours of life to anxiety, stress and worry about an issue that never comes to bear.
Luckily, as I have gotten older, I've really learned to let a lot of that go and not think so hard. But it still rears its head once in a while. And when it does, it's really awesome to have a guy around to bring you a bromeliad the next morning to make you feel better. And then make you scrambled eggs on the grill because your stove's still not set up. And then spend all day tiling your kitchen and running a gas line and setting up the new stove and dealing with the milk salesman. In short, it's really, really nice to have a Matt.
Posted by Bree at May 9, 2008 02:00 PM