making the bed

I have driven buses loaded to capacity during horrible snow storms, I have moved seven times in the past three years(3 of which have been in the last 9 months), I have been in car accidents, snowmobile accidents, been in shit at work, and have recently been through a huge change in family situations. None of these normally stressful situations have bothered me nearly as much as it bothers me to make my bed.

For some bizarre reason I come close to suffering a nervous break down every time I muster up the courage to make my bed. It begins when I start taking the bedding off my bed to wash, and proceeds until the task is complete. I break into a sweat, I get a headache, and sometimes I think I hear things. I have no explanation why I turn into a bumbling wackadoo that hears things and sweats like a pig when I perform the simple task of tucking sheets into a mattress, but can drive a 50 foot vehicle with 47 passengers on board during zero visibility on black ice and not break a sweat.

Anyways, my bed is made now. The headache is subsiding, I'm starting to dry off, and the voices have left, now I can sleep.