Had a rather stressful day yesterday at work. Mostly had to do with getting the right thing done, in a timely basis, at an outside facility…and that outside facility is in Po-Dunk, stuck in the 18th century and has their collective pre-neanderthal heads up their behinds! Took too much time, too much energy and by the time I was done I was so angry I was thinking horrible thoughts.
I took a walk. Now, I walked around the full outside of my hospital in 20 minutes. That…is fast (esp for me because I like to stroll-ish)
As I walked I talked to myself, the air, the gods of irritation and frustration. I gestured a LOT. I also, when stressed, actively shake my hands like I am trying to shake off dough from my fingers. I find the imagery of shaking off the stress and anger sometimes helps.
I get almost back to my building when security pulls up next to me. Aparantly, I looked a bit crazy…and by that time I am sure I did. Hair was a MESS, I was sweaty as hell and I was still yammering to the world. They wanted to know if I needed help.
Ok..good on them they did their job. But I have to say…I got the BIGGEST LAUGH out of it. Probably still just a stress reaction but that laugh did more good for me than the entirety of the walk.
So…someone thought I was nutz…and I find it funny. I should perhaps find it ironic? Actually I am a bit nutz…but hey. Better by the time I was done laughing
Onto a new day
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