You Don't Want to See Me When I'm Angry

So I reached my breaking point this morning at 8:17am. All in all I thought I had been handling things fairly well. I need a Filling Supreme!? Ok, that's cool. I can't breathe and need to go to the hospital? Alrighty, I can handle that too. I need to go on steroids for a week? Sure, what's one more thing?

Well guess what? Steroids screw with your emotions. They make you angry. And aggressive. And I had been warned, quite strongly, that this would be a side effect, but what could I do? It was doctor's orders.

The mood swings started two nights ago when during a phone call to Chris I think I interupted him about 27 times. And I raised my voice. And I may have ranted for awhile. I believe the hot topic that sparked my aggressive response was about a law firm's documentary.

Who the hell gets mad about a law firm's documentary?

Yesterday wasn't much better. I called my sister in the morning and started telling her about the phone call with Chris, the night before, and I got all angry again.

And you don't even want to know about how I handled the Cubs traffic after getting out of Bible Study last night.

But today is my last day on the 'roids. Of course I couldn't have any old regular day. At 8:17am this morning, I got a $50 parking ticket when I ran into my local Starbucks for a cup of coffee. I was away from my car for 2 minutes at most. $50 DOLLARS!

I was so angry I was in tears. And I believe I called almost everyone in my cell phone so I could rant about it.

Sweet Jesus...get me off these drugs already. And also, while I'm praying, enough with beating on my body. I can't afford much more of this. (literally)