“It’s stress” the Doctor said as she examined my mouth ulcers (so, not tongue burn after all then…).
“It’s eczmea” she said as she looked at my hand “caused by stress”.
My shock was twofold:
When did I find the time to get so stressed?!
I don’t have time to be stressed, how do I make it stop?!
The Doctor, who was a very nice lady actually, prescribed a cream for my eczema.
For my mouth ulcers, she told me to take more time for myself.
Time for myself?!
Can’t you just prescribe a magic cream or a gel or something for that too? I work full-time so all my free time is Zachy time, any slight deviation away from this leads to a severe attack of WMG (that’s Working Mother Guilt for non-regular readers).
Bet you can’t prescribe a cream for that either?!
No, she said.
I left her office about an hour before I was due to pick Zachy up, but with her words still ringing loudly in my ears, instead of running off to collect him early, I drove across to the local gym instead… and joined it!
So last night, when I would usually be enjoying a Friday night steak and
bottle glass of red wine, I had a pint of water and went for a swim.
I then signed up for an aerobics class on Sunday morning (Zumba & Yoga were fully booked, obvs) and have a proper gym induction next week with a man/woman/boy/girl/gym-robot called Kentley.
I am most excited about the power plate machine – apparently you just stand there and it jiggles all your cellulite away. Score.
I cracked a (crap) joke to my gym tour guide about all my flab just wobbling away there on public display for all to see, and she only went and actually posed it as a serious question to the proper training instructor person! To her credit, she answered it patiently and professionally, while I looked down at the ground, absolutely mortified.
Anyway, I give it a month.
The stress that is, I give the gym 2 weeks.
What are your stress busters?