  I think all this stress is finally catching up to me on a physicial level. nbsp;  Last night,  I ended up coming home from work because I was having some persistent dizziness. nbsp;  Not just,  'ooh,  head rush' dizzy,  but 'ooh I think I'm about to fall over' dizzy. nbsp; nbsp;
 Also,  I've had a persistent headache behind my right ear for about three or four days now that isn't responding to large quantities of Aleve.
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 I really debated for a while going down to the ER and letting House Staff have a whack at me.
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 They would have admitted me,  no doubt- I could practically tell you what kinds of orders they'd write.
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 It would have been one enormously expensive workup,  is a fact.
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 Instead,  I opted to come home,  and today,  after the inspection is done,  I'm going to go over to Kramer's and see what he can do for me.
 Personally,  I think my body is just saying:  'hello,  there's a truckload of stress in your life,  you're not sleeping,  you're freaking out,  it's time to calm down or we do it for you. '&
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 This whole house thing has been really hard on me.
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 Unlike Scott,  who is the Marlboro Man and reminiscent of the Black " Taint but a flesh wound"  Knight,  I acknowledge when my body isn't doing what it should be.
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 He's terrible like that.
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 No mercy whatsoever,  not for himself and certainly not for me.
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 I used to get sick a lot when I worked at the nursing home.
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 We later found out it was because of the incredible amounts of mold and mildew in the wallpaper ( I haven't had one respiratory infection since I left there)  but at the time,  when I'd get sick,  I'd be desperately ill,  and he'd be saying:
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Quit whining!
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 It's just a cold!
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 On more&
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than one occasion that 'cold' was pneumonia.
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 So you see how he is.
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 This attitude of his is really not very good.
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 He inherited it,  and it's been known to kill- by the time Mr.  Macho admits he's sick,  it's too late to do anything about it.
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 And he doesn't believe in preventative health care or checkups.
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 And,  on top of this,  is the prevailing mentality that I'm not a nurse,  I'm his wife.
 So I've got some challenges there.
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 Me,  I am not a crybaby.
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 Don't forget I had a broken ankle for THREE MONTHS before I went to the doctor.
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 And I'm not talking some hairline crack,  either- it was a 96%  ligament tear and the bone fragments were an inch away from the distal end of the bone that had broken.
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 I walked,  worked,  and drove on this for three months with nothing more than tylenol,
 an ace bandage,  and a limp.
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 I had to have surgery to put it all back together.
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 So I don't buy any accusations of being a crybaby.
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 At the same time,  I understand the need to acknowledge when my body is telling me something is wrong.  So something's going on.
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 The obvious answer is the incredible amount of stress I've been under for the last couple of months.
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 Scott's been under stress too- he isn't sleeping very well.
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 But he doesn't want any help for that,  stubborn thing,  so he can just handle it himself.
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 Me,
 once it's interfering with work,  I'm going to get things addressed.  I anticipate being out from work at least for tonight if not for a few days.  urlLink 
