Difficult end to a difficult week...
I started the week out with a confusing medical bill, not sleeping because I was stressed about it and burning through energy I didn't have making phone calls to figure it out. In the end, it's a real bill but a completely messed up and confusing billing... a point almost everyone I spoke with agreed upon.
Having settled that, I sent the rest of week in bed, or otherwise laying down, trying to recover from that drama.
The real problem there is that there was stuff I wanted to do. Not stuff I had to do. No obligations or commitments... just, damn it, I had things I wanted to do! The inability to do any of them is frustrating and, of course, that didn't help with the whole "resting" plan.
Which brings us to the (pardon my French) shit-show that was today. Finally feeling well enough to actually try and do some of things I wanted to do, instead absolutely everything went wrong.
The real issue is that my condition appears to have destroyed my emotional control. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I could make no claim to Vulcan emotional discipline at the best of times. However, these days I burst into tears at sad parts of TV shows... and unfortunately, when I'm frustrated and angry, I can get really, really angry.
The best that can be said was that I stopped what I was doing, locked myself in the den and did my best (with reasonable success) not to take out my anger on my family or inanimate objects. I still want to smash just about everything in my line of sight, but I'm handling it.
So, yeah... bad week.
Still, tomorrow is a better day.
Onward
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