The stress factor

I generally handle stress well. There are times when I get stressed out but I have learned with age and experience not to sweat too much and to let things go when I can.

But yesterday, man-oh-man, I had a stress-out the likes of which I cannot recall in recent memory. I think it was brought on by the intersection of multiple things, work-related and writing-life-related. I hadn’t been sleeping well the last few nights and that may have added to it. At any rate, right around lunch time, I found myself feeling suddenly jittery. My heart rate was up a bit. The person who came to my office to meet with me shortly after lunch asked me why I was out of breath–I hadn’t noticed. I found that I could not concentrate well.

It was an odd experience and once I recognized it (and tried to make feeble jokes about it) I began to feel better. By the time I got home I felt much better and by the time we sat down to dinner I think I was back to normal.

And, as it turns out, I slept pretty well last night. Couldn’t keep my eyes open, even though I tried. I decided no to work last night, not to read or write or browse the Internet. I just slept.

I feel much better today and I’m looking forward to getting over to the Nebula Weekend events later this afternoon. Still, that minor stress-out was a little bit freaky.

Published by Jamie Todd Rubin

Jamie Todd Rubin writes fiction and nonfiction for a variety of publications including Analog, Clarkesworld, The Daily Beast, 99U, Daily Science Fiction, Lightspeed, InterGalactic Medicine Show, and several anthologies. He was featured in Lifehacker’s How I Work series. He has been blogging since 2005. By day, he manages software projects and occasionally writes code. He lives in Falls Church, Virginia with his wife and three children. Find him on Twitter at @jamietr.

3 replies on “The stress factor”

  1. Wow Jamie. That kind of thing happens but be careful. As a former panic-attack haver, I can tell you that lifestyle sucks.

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