Stress Induced Nosebleeds?

So I had about twelve to fifteen nosebleeds in the month of October alone. Some of them were twice or three times a day, four days in a row.

Being that I am slightly (Becca starts laughing here) hypochondriac, I've started wondering if maybe I have some sickness (cancer being my top guess) or maybe it's just that my brain is melting because it is not being used the way it's suppose to be.

Becca gave me the idea that maybe, MAYBE, the reason I've had so many nosebleeds this past month was because of the stress. I hated my job during the first two weeks (and I had about five or six nosebleeds during those two weeks), I didn't have a job the third week (I had about four or five nosebleeds that week) and then I got hired to work with First Baptist Preschool. I worked an entire week without a nosebleed...until last night.

I got a call on Friday from one of the two temporary staffing agencies that I've signed up with. Tessa called and left a message (I was working with the three-four year olds during that time) about a job opening for me. I started thinking about whether I wanted to do that. I mean, I know that, more than likely, that job opening will be paying me more money than what First Baptist Preschool pays me but I also know that I will hate whatever job it is within the first week.

For the first time in five months, I absolutely love my job. I enjoy playing with the kids, making sure they play nice with each other, changing diapers, handing out snacks, cleaning up after lunch, giving hugs, putting them down for naps, cuddling...I love my job. I don't really care about how much I am getting paid...as long as I make the bills before I head out of town.

So yesterday, I started thinking and praying about this job opening...should I take it? Which means giving up on the First Baptist Preschool job. Before you know it, my nose starts bleeding...a serious gusher. From that first nosebleed at eleven in the evening, I got three more nosebleeds...one at 3 in the morning, another at nine in the morning and a third at ten thirty in the morning. A total of four nosebleeds in less than twenty-four hours.

So maybe Becca is right...maybe my nosebleeds are stress induced...which is not good. I think stress is going to be a part of my life for the next five or ten years. Not only that, but why now? I had major stress in college and I didn't have that many nosebleeds. Maybe that was because I had other ways of releasing stress...blowing off school work to hang out with friends?

Something that I don't have here in Waco...friends. Oh well. Just five more weeks and I'll be heading home to El Paso and let my mother take care of me for a while.

Oh yeah!!! Becca's coming to town on Wednesday to take me to the dentist to get my molar pulled...which is good because, since it's broken in half, the inside of the molar that is exposed is starting to go rotten (at least that's what I think). It is hurting some (not a whole lot) and I am more than willing to pay what's needed to get that tooth out of my mouth.