After a couple weeks of crushing chest pains and stabbing feelings in random parts of my stomach, I managed to get a doctor’s appointment, where they did a bunch of tests (including an EKG) and determined that I have an ulcer brought on by the debilitating stress that is my everyday existence.
A little background on me. I am and always have been an anxious person. I fight it pretty much all the time, but it manifests in weird ways, like waking up in the middle of the night convinced that I reported Common Council voting “yes” when they really voted “no” and my headline will be wrong and everyone will hate me. Even after I have double and triple checked, it still keeps me up at night.
Couple that general anxiety with editing a book and planning a wedding, and, well, you wind up with an ulcer. I named mine “Lem.”
Don’t get me wrong — I love my job and my book is awesome and my wedding was magical, but these things are stressful and I internalize stress. My doctor wrote me a prescription, which included “relaxing activities — music, walking or scrapbooking.”
Well, I wasn’t going to take up scrapbooking, but I did dig out a whole bunch of craft stuff — including cross-stitch, sewing and knitting — to help sooth my nervous soul. When I can’t write, I turn to crafting as a way to keep myself creative.