Stress

I've been sick a lot lately. Every two or three weeks, I'll just spend two or three days vomiting and sleeping and vomiting, etc, etc. Now, I won't go into huge amount of detail or anything, because it's gross, but I don't like it very much.
But the thing nurses and my mother (who is actually a nurse, funnily enough) keep asking me is, "Are you stressed? Is this because you're stressed?" And it makes me so angry.
Because I don't like the word "stress". It's a Madison Avenue word. It's something that can be cured with flavoured coffee and bath bubbles. I have a great school, pretty great friends, my family's healthy... Am I entitled to "feel stressed"? I feel like stress is for "other people" but I don't know who they are. I guess "other people" have real problems. Like having a mother with cancer, that'd be stressful. Or a situation where you're held financially liable for your own education, that'd be stressful. Losing a father. Losing a grandmother. Choosing to do the right thing despite all evidence everyone will hate you for it. Things that are happening to real people in my world, people at my school. I am not one of those people, I haven't any of those problems. Am I entitled to feel stressed? No.
The idea that my life is stressful enough that it manifests physically is almost insulting to me. That my psyche is so flimsy a history quiz could set it off? I doubt it. It doesn't seem to be a real or credible diagnosis.
I also think "the build-up of everyday stress" is bogus. It takes me back to my post about feelings earlier this month. "As if feelings matter." It's all well and good to be emotionally available, but the fact of the matter is, none of us are super heroes and no one gives a damn in the real world if you're stressed. You have to act like an adult and suck it up. Your problems are almost never as big as you perceive them to be. It's never that bad. And if it is, then hey! it's on the up and up cause you can't be further down, right?