getting over it

This week started horribly. Other than my tyres getting slashed, hearing what I thought were gunshots, listening to one of my friends whinge all week, the worst assignment ever, fighting with a family member, etc...then I decided that my luck might just be down this week. Or perhaps I was meant to have a bad week, so I can have a better week next week? Or, am I just changing my luck by leaving what I assumed to be the scene of the bad luck crime, and having a break from life??
Hm. I went to the doctors not long ago. He (the doctor who looked far too much like a stereotypical doctor, which worries me a little) said that I have a higher blood pressure level than usual, and that I'm stressing too much about things, and that I need to relax. Well duh. I know I need to relax... but how do you relax when you don't know how to? Even when I'm in a bath i'm thinking too much; infact I'm probably stressing a little more because I'm worrying about drowning... Soooo... long story short, I came to Echuca to try to relax, and I got sick, so I had to stay on the couch for three days solid, only worrying about how many tissue boxes I need and about liquids. If I hadn't got sick, I wouldn't have been sitting around doing nothing, and I wouldn't feel this relaxed now. Fate that I got sick and forced me to relax? Hm.