I ain’t gonna lie to you, today was rough. This is the first time all day I’ve put my finger to this keyboard for any length of time. For the last few days, I’ve been having IBS issues. But they usually clear up after a while. Today started with a bang, with my stomach and digestive tract waging war against each other all day. So I’ve been moving the heating pad between my stomach and my lower gut looking for relief. I hope that doesn’t paint too a pretty a picture for ya.
Anyway, none of this surprises me. I mean this happens enough times to where it’s old hat. I’m smart enough to know that most of this is stress related. Although my PA is always throwing some new medical theory at me. It’s not that I disrespect her opinion, but I’ve throwed enough spaghetti against the wall to know. Right now, I’m feeling a little like my old Granny Geiger. Looking at a crappy situation and putting a healthy spin to it. Like she would say, it’s either laugh or cry about it. And right now, I’d just rather laugh.
I mask a lot of hidden tension, it’s the way I was programmed. “Suck it up buttercup”. “Wipe does tears”. “Quit acting like a sissy”! If you’re of a certain generation you know what I mean. “But it is what it is”, that’s something else Granny would say. So does that mean I’m just going to lay here and give up? Shit no! It simple means I’m aware of what’s going on within myself. That I’ll be proactive and correct problems where I can. And remain positive, yet realistic about what I can do. Because no life is beyond saving, and no situation is beyond surviving.