I guess I’ve been more stressed lately than I realized. I had my first appointment with the psychiatrist today. At least I thought I did. I went there and was told that no, my appointment is actually tomorrow. Instead, I was supposed to be at the cardiologist getting a cardiac monitor strapped to me for 24 hours. They say that stress makes your memory bad. Does is make you do other crazy things too?
We went to lunch Monday while we were packing to move. When we got back to the house Brett was kind enough to point out that I had actually worn two different colors of Crocs flip-flops to lunch. I tried to sell him on the fact that I’d done it on purpose. He didn’t buy it. Oh well…
While I was waiting to leave this morning I saw this article on 6 hot new fashion trends. I looked at the photo with the article and asked myself if I knew anybody, of any age, who would wear those clothes. The answer is “NO”. I’ve never claimed to be a fashion plate, or a clothes horse. Looking at these clothes, I guess I never will be.
I especially like the second one. It looks like an oversized T- shirt that I wore once when I was really sick. The neck on it got all stretched out when I pulled at it so I didn’t barf on it when I was throwing up. Then it kept sticking to me when I had fever. I was sick as a dog- in bed for two days. When I finally looked in the mirror I looked just like the women in these photos. They look none too happy to me. Maybe they’re just constipated though. (They probably don’t eat enough to keep everything moving right along, you know).
The blue outfit reminds me of the dress I made in 8th grade sewing class. We were actually supposed to model what we made in a fashion show. What could they realistically expect when you only had 30 minutes on the sewing machine 2x a week? It was bad- very bad. It was quite lop-sided. A-symmetrical fashions were not in vogue in 1965. It looked like someone on some serious drugs had made it. The night before the show my mom hired a seamstress to make (but not make too well) a dress for me to wear in the fashion show. Occasionally my mom really surprised me.
Anyway, I guess for now, I’ll just keep on keeping on being a giant fashion faux-pas. I just hope I don’t wind up with my picture in Glamour magazine with my face obscured or even worse on people of Wal-Mart.
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O.K. M, breathe, in now out, good! Hug, now I wouldn’t wear one of them either and I am kind of picky. Don’t care what size they are. When I learned the things stress can do to you, I just let things go. If i can’t do something to change it, oh well. Started doing this when the doctor said high blood pressure will kill you! Take another breathe, there, now that’s better.
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I am trying to let things go, but it can be a lot harder than I expected. We’re heading out of town to work for the weekend. I’m hoping that too will help. Thanks kiddo. I’m breathing, I’m breathing.
well, a definite NO on the clothes…..hope your stress is relieved soon….moving is one of the most stressful things I have ever done, and I have done it more times that I care to think about…when I start doing things like your croc episode, I know it is time for me to back off of things for a day or so and just rest, rest, rest….
I thought those clothes were just butt ugly. I knew I couldn’t be the only one. Sadly, I see no rest for me in the foreseeable future, but I can always hope. It’s a great idea though.
heck yes, stress can make one nuts…and things can work on your mind and you have no control. you can learn to become a good actress. meds work well, that is if you remember to take them.
two weeks ago, i went nuts. crazy woman..having a fit. it took me almost a week, to realize i had not been taking my new meds, cause they were a different color and shape, than i was use to taking…dr, had changed my script, as i could not afford $160..0 a month.
and at the same time, you really are dressing in a a dark closet. like who really cares. then you are out side. and realize, nothing matches.
take a big breath,slowly breath in and let the old air out…….it is nus…..i know, cause i have been there often.
Hi Tenneesee. You and Miss Track think along the same lines. Deep breathing is one of the few things that’s kept me somewhat sane. When I went to the shrink today he said he’d think about changing my meds in a couple of weeks. We’ll see. BTW- send me an email when you get a chance. I may have an idea about payting for your meds that just might help you.
LOL My kids asked me what I was doing that I was laughing so hard. I REMEMBER one of those fashion shows in 7th grade way way back when……LOL
I’m glad that i could provide a giggle. Those fashion shows are brutal and should be banned FOREVER.
Can’t seem to stop laughing! My ribs hurt! This must be how you destress, you write about it. Am I right? Whenever I start being stressed I make fun about it and it seems so trivial afterwards. Just small stuff! Don’t sweat the small stuff! Now, if you start going out naked… or dressed like some of those, what did they call them? Oh yeah ‘Models’.
Models of what? I often wonder about this. They are still models of anorexia, for one thing, and of what a very few number of people, who have loads of money, call fashion. Fasion to me is an art form. It is seen by millions because of money, can’t look at a magazine cover without seeing them, appreciated by few and worn by fewer. Am I right? I’m not putting anyone down here. This is my point of view. Art is great, but not aimed at everyone.
As for the Walmart fashionistas… I wonder, who are these people? My view on it, they are funny looking, you gotta laugh at some of them. But they are who they are. The clothes do not necessarily make the person. As with you and your different coloured shoes. Someone meeting you for the first time might think, she is ready for the looney bin!
I can relate a story here about something that happened to one of my daughters. She was 18 and in her first year of university and 3 hours from home. She had gone swimming at around 9 pm on a Friday and felt sharp pangs to her lower right abdomen. She went to the emergency after her swim. She waited for over 2 hours without being seen by a doctor. There was no one else there. She finally decided to go home since she had an 8 am test on Saturday. She did make her test but had to leave early, vomiting, sweaty etc. She called me up that same night. The pains were now all over her lower stomach. It was at the end of December and she told me there was a flu going around. I told her to wait and see. She called me back on Monday at noon time to tell me she was really weak, had not stopped vomiting and her fingetips were turning blue! No money to call a cab, no energy to walk 15 minutes to the hospital, I called my brother-in-law who lived nearby and he went over right away and got her in to ER and seing a doctor within 30 minutes. Ended up being a ruptured apppendicitis.
How would you have reacted seeing an 18 year old arrive in the ER on a Friday night, long purple wet hair, more piersings than your average young person, wearing a short plaid skirt with black fishnet stockings, white as a ghost and complaining of abdominal pain? Let’s change the picture and see the same person coming in with a well dressed business man? I know what happened to my daughter! She almost died because of her outside appearance! She was always aware that people judged her for that but once they got to know the person they found her to be who she was, a friendly, energetic, happy go lucky person. She has now been a nurse for over 3 years, that’s what she was studying for, and is working on a unit that cares for critically ill newborns. The hair is brown and she still has a few hardly noticable piercings and her clothes are still not what you would call the norm. Hey, she is different and loves to express it!
So, yes, I got a great laugh at the oufits but also remember that some of these people might become friends of mine or even be a relative…..you never know!
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That story is terrifying. You are so lucky she didn’t develop peritonitis. Did she go back to same hospital for her next visit when you BIL took her? Our son Brett put gauges in his ears a few years ago. (They’re smaller than a regular soda straw). He wears them for awhile, then doesn’t for a long stretch. I’ve seen people give him a sideways look. I always wonder who anointed them the new Mr. Blackwell. I’m sure your daughter is a great nurse, especially in the PICU. Brett has always been “unique”, never worrying about being like everybody else, and he’s one of the most compassionate people I’ve ever met. I’m sure your daughter is just the same.
I do not like these, Sam I am…Who among us would???
Perhaps someone blind? Hopefully though, they have friends who would discourage them from going out in those outfits.
HAVE SOME WINE… sit and close your eyes for 30 mins. The wine will help you relax, closing your eyes is an option. hey!!! I read the book Shmirshky! Very interesting and very true, will give it to someone that will begin this journey soon. Well, during my worse time on this menopausal train i took a cruise with the hopes of making me feel better. Nooooooot!. During the captains ball formal, i saw this gorgeous young girl with a short black laced dress that looked divine and so drop dead gorgeous… until i saw her feet… she had high converse sneakers on, black and white. Did she forget her shoes on shore? It is the only explanation i could give it. And yes, that happened to me once, i left my shoe bag at my bo’s apartment. But we were so in love then and we just did not care! What a difference 12 years make.
Well there you go. I’ve missed out on another trend. Damn.