Stress is off the table. Or is it?

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . October 7, 2009 . 12:46PM

You guys know that the migraines have been kicking me to the curb lately. My doctor just flat out told me that, should I continue to stress out the way that I do, I will continue to have these and that I essentially have to change who I am for a little bit so my body can heal for a while.

Change who I am? Not get stuff done early? Procrastinate ON PURPOSE? I’m writing this blog over the weekend. I don’t procrastinate. That’s not what I do.

Be a little reckless. Do things I don’t normally do. Release the tension.

I have no idea how to not be high-strung, but I’m up for opinions.

Let’s also factor in the idea that mid-terms is in a couple of weeks and my diligence is of utmost importance during this time of year. However, I was reminded by her that if I have the kind of migraines I get, I can’t study, let alone drive to go to school, work, or practicum.

Frackingstackingsonofamonkeyloving.

You get where I’m going.

I need to destress.

And I need to do it now.

And I need to do it quickly.

Because I must get back to my old self as quickly as possible.

I may have missed the point.

Being blueshelled : how to cope

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . July 13, 2009 . 3:43PM

I’m so excited! I’m so excited! I’m so….scared!!! If you know what that’s from, you get 5 pop culture points. For those of us who grew up in the 80s and 90s, you know exactly what I’m talking about and to say that life has been one big ball of Jessie Spano losing her marbles lately is an understatement. This is all to say that life just got really complicated really quickly and here’s why: school. Yep. That’s it. School.

It’s rare that I talk about school-related stuff because the majority of you out there aren’t in school, or, if you are, you have your own problems. Translation: You don’t give a monkey’s Heineken about my problems. And that’s cool. I probably wouldn’t either.

What happened was that I was taking one, full summer course. It met one night a week from 5-9. That’s not a problem. I can handle it. Then, summer term II came around and added a second class. However, since it’s only ONE summer term, it means that the class must meet 2 nights a week. Are you still with me? The gist is that I am now in school from 5-9, 3 nights and week and the overall effect is that A.J. is gone those days because of the problems between my schedule and Leon’s. I’m finding it hard to focus.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still paying attention and I’m in class. When you get to the level I’m at in my education, you can’t avoid paying attention or you will fail. I just miss him. And it’s not healthy for him to not see me for 3 days straight in a week. He’s gone before I’m up in the morning and in bed before I get home. I hate it.

But it’s only a month. And until then, I’ll be ok. Remember, a blue shell isn’t permanent. It’s temporary. Every now and then I have them and so do you. I know this probably isn’t my most insightful or my best post, but I felt obliged to let you know what was going on and why things had been different lately. Bottom line: I’ve been blueshelled. Now it’s time to pull out the stops and get back on top.

Happy Thoughts Compilation from the last week

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . March 28, 2009 . 11:38PM

I don’t know if anyone actually comes to my blog or if everyone just reads through a reader of some sort, but every day or every other, I make changes to my sidebar. They are just little thoughts that aren’t big enough for a whole entry, though they might eventually make up an entry. They are still things I want to remember, however, so here they are.

Sunday, March 22, 2009
When I’m sick, my dogs are as concerned as any human being I’ve ever met.

Monday, March 23, 2009
When I’m away from home and feel sad, upset or stressed out, the only place I want to be is at home and cuddling my dogs or talking to my family. They are my happy place.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Every time I teach my class teaches me more than I teach them. And they make me smile. A lot.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009
A test is really just a piece of paper with an ink on it. The only importance it has is the importance I give it and my self-worth isn’t based on how I do on it. Thank you, Dr. Chris Blazina for the cognitive reframe today.

Saturday, March 28, 2009
Life DOES come with extra credit. It’s called McDonald’s reduced fat vanilla ice cream.