Travelling for an hour and a half to a vet to look at the cat (not a lot wrong with him but he's developed a worrying limp so examination and advice was needed). Cat hates travelling and was sick on the way. I got nausea but wasn't sick. The local vet doesn't allow owners into the building, as a COVID precaution. This one only works if you go in. So that meant being indoors with strangers and although I've had both my jabs, it still feels risky, especially when they have clear rules and some people ignore them. I've barely been in such a situation since the start of the pandemic, and the journey required an uncommonly early start, so I was feeling dippy and I felt I was accidentally taking one or two minor risks that were logically perfectly avoidable. And with any medical consultation (human or otherwise), there can be bad news at the end of it, so I was also apprehensive of that until I knew there wasn't going to be.
After that, while still getting over the nausea and stress, I got reminded that I have to have a conversation this weekend with my wife about whether she'll start taking beta blockers for occasional tachycardia. Whichever way the decision goes it's not a good sign for her health. She's already got enough ailments and medications.
I hate stress but it seems to follow me about.