I feel like my head is about to explode..

This week I have been dodging migraines. I seem to have been on the verge of one since Sunday, on Tuesday I didn’t go to the planned pub quiz because I thought my head was about to go boom. It didn’t, I’m still here, have been at work all week but I still feel a bit odd, like there’s a blur at the edge of my vision. I’m wearing contacts today to see if that helps and it seems to be working. So maybe the ridiculous amount of pills I’m swallowing each morning (if you shake me, I’d rattle) are working.

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Also work. No, not work. Work is fine. However, I have a stressy work colleague, who seems only able to relieve their stress by moaning about everyone else in the office. I’ve been trying all week to re-frame it. To think of a way to understand it that takes the irritation out of it. That’s what yesterday’s post was about, I could feel myself getting cross with the poor tourists on my way to work who were committed terrible faux pas’ like standing on the left of the escalators and getting in my way! Then it occurred to me that it must be pretty overwhelming to come to London for a holiday and get thrown into a rush hour train. I’d be traumatised too. So I thought about things it would be useful to know and hey presto a post and I’m mostly unstressed by the commute at the moment.

Re-framing is not working for this situation because I can’t get my head around it.

I have learnt over the years, that contrary to what my ego would like to believe, I am not the centre of anyone else’s universe. If someone upsets me they probably didn’t mean to but if my interaction with others is negative, people stop hearing that there’s a problem, they just assume that they’re never going to get it right and stop trying. This is what’s happening and no amount of feedback, advice or sympathy is making any difference.

Arrghhh!! I need to grit my teeth, tune it out and be very glad that we have such strict gun laws…

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