By Ox Drover
Since I have been in the medical profession for many years as a Registered Nurse Practitioner (now retired) I have been interested in the reactions our bodies and our minds have from stress.
Stress is a contributing factor to poor health and decreased immune response. Increases in the frequency of infection for individuals with a high level of stressful events in their lives have been well researched by many researchers. It is also well proven that our thinking and ideal mental responses are also diminished by high levels of stress.
Stress is not just the negative things that happen to us, but according to researchers Holmes and Rahe, stress is the result of “life events.”
I have been aware of this and have “charted” my high stress levels throughout most of my adult life using the “Holmes & Rahe Stress Scale” of “life events.”
Holmes and Rahe studied the effects of stress on humans (both positive stress/change and negative stress/change) and came up with a way to measure the intensity of stress. A score at or above 300 on their scale within a three-year period gave a person a higher than average chance of having illness or an accident happen to them. (Which of course adds even more stress to the person.)
The “take home lesson” from their scale of intensity of stress is that when life is throwing us stressful situations we cannot control, we need to keep the level of changes we voluntarily make at a minimum.
Since my life seems to have been a continual cycle of huge stresses, many of which have not been under my control, I have consciously tried to keep the voluntary contributions to this stress level at a minimum. For years, though, I was actually not doing a very good job, as I was still engaging in interactions with the psychopaths and their dupes. Recently, though, after going NC with the Ps and their dupes, I thought I was doing a pretty good job here lately, and I actually was.
Yesterday, however, after several peaceful, low stress months, I encountered my mother as my son and I were coming out of a checkout line in a store. There was a short “scene” in which I was “triggered” and angered. Wounds were ripped open. I was highly and instantly stressed! Shot full of adrenaline.
I came home, had a pity party, and ranted some and went to sleep. When I woke up this morning, I felt much better emotionally, and was back on a “level road.” Physically, though, I felt wrung out, like I had dug ditches with a shovel all day yesterday and was still so residually tired, even after a good night’s sleep, that I was just needing a day of rest.
This feeling lead me to an “ah ha” moment, when I realized that I hadn’t had a big adrenaline rush in quite some time. I had been living in a peaceful and pretty calm state of mind, fear was low, and my body had not been having to deal with high stress levels either internally or externally.
Though I am entirely convinced that it will take several more years of consistent peace, low anxiety, and little change, for me to completely recover from the effects of the high stress levels for such long periods of time, I do realize I have come a long ways in living a life of peace and calm.
When I was having adrenaline rushes almost on a daily, or even hourly, basis during the “crisis” mode, never coming down from that adrenaline rush, I didn’t know how it felt when I did come down. I saw the way I felt (pretty bad) as “normal.” (Because it was the “usual” state.)
Now that I have lived in peaceful circumstances long enough that I haven’t been under a continual surge of stress hormones for a while (literally enough of them to make my body shape change), I can easily tell what I feel physically and mentally today is a response to what happened yesterday.
My body shuttled the blood to my muscles (in a fight or flight scenario) and used up all the glucose stored in my liver to feed them. So I really AM tired, not just “feeling” tired. So, today I rest, exercise a bit, but not too much, and recover my physical normalcy. I will continue to try to keep changes of any kind at a minimum, and not make any voluntary significant changes in my life. I will keep my environment as calm and peaceful as I possibly can.
The damage done to my immune system and to my body and psyche from years of continual bombardment from stress hormones will take years to resolve (if it ever does completely resolve), but it is important that I do my part to keep stressors at a low level. No Contact is the biggest tool in my “tool belt” to keep stress at a lower level. Avoiding any situations and persons that irritate me or add to my stress level is another good tool.
Doing positive things for myself, pampering myself, are more great tools in my belt. Being aware that I need to rest physically (I acknowledge that I am somewhat a workaholic) is also very important. My dishes are still in the sink—the world has not come to an end! I’ll do them when I feel like doing them—today, tomorrow, who cares?
Today I will focus in the good things in my life—the love of my sons, and the positive aspects of my world.
Rune,
I know you didn’t write the above seeking sympathy, but you unintentionally got it from me. Aww…
The times in my life when I was most vulnerable, a simple courteous question like the one you received would release the water works.
And, yes, booming rich laughter is so beneficial to your emotional and psychological welfare. And sanity.
I knew I was on the correct track to healing, recovery and restoration when my sense of humour returned in full force!
I even giggle at my own antics sometimes.
I was at the landromat a couple of weeks ago and I accidentally bumped into a dryer door. I immediately said…”excuse me”. To an inanimate appliance!
When I realized what I’d said, I instantly let loose a full bellied laugh. The few people in there just stared at me as if I was an escaped lunatic from an asylum.
I didn’t even bother to explain. I don’t care what they think. I just continued doing what I was doing regardless of their suspicious looks…haha.
JS: That sounds like courtesy without expectation: how very un-sociopathic of you!
Thank you.
Rune,
LOL….You’re on a roll, woman!! Me likee….
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You are most welcome.
JS: Speaking of washed out and wrung out, I have an appliance story for you. When I was driving north of the Arctic circle I heard about an event in a small village. One of the ancient elders looked out his window and saw a polar bear walking down the street. The school was nearby, so he jumped to the defense and grabbed his shotgun. Before he was finished he had peppered his washing machine.
Talk about a startle reflex!
Janie and Rune,
My CRS (can’t remember chit) is the focus of a lot of our laughs, the guys tease me all the time about it. It used to really worry me that I was “losing it” mentally, and my therapist proved to me I wasn’t with an IQ test, so I just laugh it off now. Both my sons also have some of the CRS so we tease each other and talk about “Drain Bamage” and go on.
We laugh about the dog, we laugh about lots of things and son C is a TERRIBLE PUNSTER, oh, but his puns are awful–AWFULLLLLLLL!!! We play scrabble and other board games for “BLOOD” and have a great time!
I’m trying to BALANCE my life with work, exercise, play, laughs, rest, hugs, etc. and not let one part of it get out of whack! I try to keep my brain active and learn new things.
BTW Rune, I know that feeling of being so tearful anytime anyone says “how are you” cause it triggers those feelings in you that are still not okay, but you don’t want to expose them to that person’s social and polite question cause you know they really don’t want to know your troubles, they are just being polite. Or if they do really care, you still don’t have the strength to talk about it witout melting down for the rest of the day. Hang on, Sweetie, this too shall pass.
Tears are the bathwater of the soul! ((((hugs)))))
Rune,
LOL…ok, I’m really sloooow….I had to read that story 2 times before I got it!
How very tragic for me that my synapses and neurons move at glacier pace. (get it? In reference to the Artic circle, polar bear…….ah, nevermind)
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Okay, Janie, I’m glad you get it I still don’t! How was the washing machine going down the street? DUH!!! Inquiring minds want to know!
Oxy,
Hm…well, to my understanding the washing machine was jumping and bumping down the street probably because it was old.
And maybe the load of clothes being washed were unevenly distributed and it was freaking out which confused the myopic ancient elder into thinking it was a polar bear.
At least, that’s my story and I’m stikkin to it!!
Don’t want to embarrass myself any further with my evident propensity for density…..haha!!
There really was a polar bear. He walked in over the ice just before the spring thaw. Our spry but myopic elder was shooting at any large white objects, certainly stunning the washing machine in the process. (Well, for all I know the washing machine was unbalanced and needed a “shot” of vitamin BB to get back on track!) As I recall, the elder certainly got the attention of the rest of the town.
Brainiac humor….Zoom!!…whizzing right over the top of my head. Ain’t it a shame…
I’ll just loiter over here in the “Special Persons” corner tossing nerf balls at the other kids, making crude bodily function noises, and sticking straws up my nose.
XXXOOO!!
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