Between chasing the local odd infection and flying back and forth to California and not resting and getting behind on clinic paperwork and bills and taxes and all and waiting for the phone call on her birthday and then on my ex's birthday and then mine, and then getting the call the day after my birthday....
well, I'm not quite getting sick. Breaking down. Falling apart. Whatever you want to call it. Of course, the last time I felt this stressed I got influenza viral pneumonia and was out for two whole months, on the couch with lung pneumonitis. The way I am feeling reminds of that, and that when I read about it two years later, Netter described it as "a generally serious disease with a high mortality."1
So clinic is cancelled today and tomorrow and I should be catching up on the work or the taxes or something....
....but all I want to do is walk on the beach and cry.
1The Ciba Collection of Medical Illustrations, volume 7, Respiratory System, 2nd printing 1988, p. 180