You can’t deny being a workaholic when you get three wonderful days off and all you want at the end of it is to go back to work :p

Last week was pretty brutal when I experienced another episode of bad stomach pains. Luckily my mom was still up at 1am that night when I came scrambling out of my room in pain. All I can remember was my continuous chant about having to wake up at 6:30 in the morning to open the store downtown and that I had to get some sleep. I knew I couldn’t call in sick because everyone was off for the Jewish holiday and my only other co-worker who could work was already going to be working the afternoon shift. My mom ended up rubbing my stomach until I fell asleep at almost 4am. Needless to say, I was not in very good shape when I got to work that morning. Don’t ask me how I managed to survive work that day and still made it to class in the evening to write my test.

To be completely honest, I do worry about my health. I’ve been abusing my health by not eating regularly and that has already caused upsets in my digestion and intestines. With the increase of stress that I’ve placed upon myself, it really makes a bad combination for someone who is always trying to do one too many things and never putting herself as priority. Constantly worrying about every minor thing only makes things worse; I can almost feel my intestines tightening. If this persists, I may just develop stomach ulcers. At worse, it could eventually lead to cancer. And so I worry, because it’s going to take a lot for me to make a change. I don’t even know where to start.