Stress Test— July 12, 2024

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🧩 Today’s Puzzle Pieces 🧩
Not Over🎶
Power Restoration⚡
Checked Boxes✅


THE DAILY UPDATE

Three Little Things To Notice and Be Grateful For:

  1. Pork steaks, a Missourah delicacy.
  2. Magazines.
  3. Filled potholes.

Pursuit of Wordle Godhood: Today’s result: Five. Talk about a SLLLLOWWWWW start and then nailing it.

Wordle 1,119 5/6

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Pursuit of Connections Godhood: Today’s result: Five. Second day in a row of getting the purples not-last.

Connections
Puzzle #397
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The song in my head when I woke up today: It’s Not Over, by Daughtry

Favorite line from the song in my head when I woke up:  I’ll try to do it right this time around

Working Tunes: A break from work involved listening to some episodes from the podcast Ransom. Wow. Evil people suck balls.

Something I’m looking forward to today: Poker night with the fellas.

Something I’m looking forward to in the next seven days: Work happy hour with colleagues next Tuesday.

Something I’m grateful for from yesterday: A great time with Boy the Elder and DIL, who came over for dinner. Pork steaks and a lot of laughter. It does the soul good.

What I’m writing: Yesterday’s two crappy pages involved writing an article for a Johnny Boy Marketing client about the importance of hip mobility for runners and exercises to promote hip flexibility.

What I’ve written: A press release I wrote as five days of power restoration efforts were wrapping up: Co-Mo Electric hoping to wrap up restoration efforts


The Holmes and Rahe Stress Test is a list of life events that, as the name might suggest, add stress. Not all things listed are bad things. Marriage, for example. A major accomplishment, for another. Of course, some are. The death of a family member. Divorce. Getting fired. Going to jail.

I took the test recently to see where things stand. The test tells you to think about the last two years and check yes or no on 43 indicators. As I progressed down the test, my one thought was, “My, my. I sure seem to be hitting that ‘Yes’ button an awful lot.”

When I hit “calculate,” it was as if alarm bells and flashing red lights started going off in my home office. I tallied 627 points, which is, evidently quite a helluva lot. Anything from 601 to 1,466 gives you, “You have a high or very high risk of becoming ill in the near future. The subject is described as high risk of illness, with 80% chances of a major health breakdown in the following 24 months.”

So I took the test again. Only this time, I thought about the two years before the previous two years. That was a 561. Now instead of “high or very high,” I only have a “high” risk of a major health breakdown in the following 24 months.

So I went back another two years and thought of those life events. That was a 608.

What the actual fuck, people?

I smartly talk with a therapist once every few weeks. For someone who feels as much stuff as strongly as I do, that’s probably very wise. Jamie is a great therapist. She doesn’t give me free passes on bullshit. She’s compassionate. She listens. That’s truthfully a lot of what she does — listens. I don’t have many people in my life who actually care to hang with me and just listen. To hear what I’m feeling and why I’m feeling it. To invest. And so I have to pay Jamie to do it. It’s not ideal, but it works.

She has been encouraging me to take this test. Why? Because when I tell her about the goings-on in my life, she somewhat commonly says, “John, you have to give yourself some grace and compassion. You’ve been facing a lot for a long time.” And she’s right. But I don’t like hearing it. I’m not a martyr and there are people who have it a lot worse. After all, that scale does into the 1,400s. I tend to not give myself any quarter just because shit happens. And I’m not unaware that some of the boxes checked on that list aren’t because shit happened but because I caused shit to happen. I take ownership of my mistakes and weaknesses and failures.

Jamie’s point is that a lot of stuff has, indeed, happened — whoever caused it — and that it can be dangerous if I don’t take care of myself. So I try. I do.

And I think … hope … that at some point, some of this shit has to let up. Right?


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