Everything comes to an end...

Well, I officially hit overload yesterday. I had thought my little mental breakdown at home late Saturday night was it, but it wasn't. I have just been trying to do way more than my body or mind will allow. And the entire time, try to keep all this up with very little to no sleep and not eating. Yep, not eating. If I was really lucky, I probably had a semi meal every other day for about the past 3 weeks. In a month and a half, I lost 28 pounds. Great I lost it. Bad I lost it this way. Errrr. Between worrying about work, home stuff, going home for the funeral and taking care of things that in my opinion, were must do's... I forgot to stop and take care of me. My blood pressure spiked really high this weekend and a couple of things happened yesterday that really freaked me out. My bp was down a bit from what it had been, but was still 156/113 when I left for practice. After practice, stayed and hung out for a bit...and noticed two little bruise spots on my arm. Both were on the same vein line, both the size of an eraser head, about 3 inches apart. They were not there before I had my little conniption fit at practice. That scares me. Been light headed and scatterbrained all morning. I am hoping and planning this week to just take it easy. Concentrate on only those things that matter to me most. And just flat out relax. Work can just fuck off. I am not superwoman. Only the most important things in my life right now will get my attention. Everything else...can take a fucking number.