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Stress Rising
May. 6th, 2014 08:34 pmLast month I was talking to my friend Aaron, and I told him that my Hawaiian restfulness and calm hadn't yet receded, almost 6 weeks (at the time) after we'd been to the island. Sadly, it's gone now. Right now, there are three main stressors in my life.
#1 is K's upcoming surgery. She's having cataracts removed on both of her eyes in the coming weeks, and this has understandably stressed her out. Unfortunately, I find stress above a certain level to be transitive, so I've been feeling more stressed too, even though all I'm doing is accompanying her to her first (very early) surgery. Meanwhile, poor K. has also been having severe troubles with headaches and with constant sleepiness (due to headache pills), and this has added to the stress of the household.
#2 is the machine transition at Skotos. I was doing fine when I was just dealing with the sysadmin side of things (though figuring out stuff ate up my time horribly), but now I'm dealing with the bureaucratic and legal side of closing out our contract for our current machine space and our co-lo is being slower than I'd like in talking to me, and that's all very annoying because it's keeping me from knowing when exactly to move things.
#3 is the damned ongoing problems with my glasses. That's right, pair #3 didn't work either. There was a wide area of distortion toward the middle of the lens that was big enough that I literally could not focus both eyes at a reading distance. This is clearly unacceptable, but I've found these incorrectly made lenses to be such a visceral, personal thing that it stresses me out dealing with them and worrying about whether I'm being overly picky etc. (but then I compare them to my old lenses, and I can actually read with my old lenses, though the prescription is no longer quite right, and it's clear there's a difference ... and then I drive myself crazy flipping back and forth between old and new lenses for 15 minutes, because the difference is somewhat hard to see). In any case, I've come to dread going to the optometrist, whose office I've now been to about 10 times since the end of February.
These stressors should all clear out soon. K's eye problems will hopefully be history in just a couple of weeks, with headaches and sleepiness soon to follow; and I'm hoping to get Skotos' move dates locked down within a couple of days (after sending another certified letter today due to the lack of response). The eye glasses are the only thing that seem like they could go on forever ... but we'll see what my next appointment on Thursday brings.
So, stressors should be reduced, and I'm even getting caught up on all my writing ... but I fear that my calmness and relaxation won't return afterward. Unless I maybe take a weekend doing nothing but reading and sipping Pina Coladas. Maybe I'll try to schedule that after the current annoyances end.
#1 is K's upcoming surgery. She's having cataracts removed on both of her eyes in the coming weeks, and this has understandably stressed her out. Unfortunately, I find stress above a certain level to be transitive, so I've been feeling more stressed too, even though all I'm doing is accompanying her to her first (very early) surgery. Meanwhile, poor K. has also been having severe troubles with headaches and with constant sleepiness (due to headache pills), and this has added to the stress of the household.
#2 is the machine transition at Skotos. I was doing fine when I was just dealing with the sysadmin side of things (though figuring out stuff ate up my time horribly), but now I'm dealing with the bureaucratic and legal side of closing out our contract for our current machine space and our co-lo is being slower than I'd like in talking to me, and that's all very annoying because it's keeping me from knowing when exactly to move things.
#3 is the damned ongoing problems with my glasses. That's right, pair #3 didn't work either. There was a wide area of distortion toward the middle of the lens that was big enough that I literally could not focus both eyes at a reading distance. This is clearly unacceptable, but I've found these incorrectly made lenses to be such a visceral, personal thing that it stresses me out dealing with them and worrying about whether I'm being overly picky etc. (but then I compare them to my old lenses, and I can actually read with my old lenses, though the prescription is no longer quite right, and it's clear there's a difference ... and then I drive myself crazy flipping back and forth between old and new lenses for 15 minutes, because the difference is somewhat hard to see). In any case, I've come to dread going to the optometrist, whose office I've now been to about 10 times since the end of February.
These stressors should all clear out soon. K's eye problems will hopefully be history in just a couple of weeks, with headaches and sleepiness soon to follow; and I'm hoping to get Skotos' move dates locked down within a couple of days (after sending another certified letter today due to the lack of response). The eye glasses are the only thing that seem like they could go on forever ... but we'll see what my next appointment on Thursday brings.
So, stressors should be reduced, and I'm even getting caught up on all my writing ... but I fear that my calmness and relaxation won't return afterward. Unless I maybe take a weekend doing nothing but reading and sipping Pina Coladas. Maybe I'll try to schedule that after the current annoyances end.