I was unnnerved by someones (I’m close to this person) response to bad stimuli in their lives. It led me to over-react. Said things I regret. I didn’t mean them. I swear.
The lil’wrekker ran over(with her car) her new $$$$iPhone this morning. I don’t even understand how she did that. Reminds me of the time She dropped her phone in a toilet at school and LEFT it there!!. :smack: I cursed at her. I never do that. Another over-reaction.
I have an extended warranty.
DIL came in a while ago. She said she was checking on me. Struck me as invasive. Oh, my. I told her she could’ve texted, kinda snappishly. She meeky said “I came to get those eggs you wanted me to have” Oh, man. I felt small. I apologized.
I’m all over the place emotionally. I’m feeling things like a high strung teenager. I don’t understand it.
My recent kidney things and the upcoming surgery has released a flood of thoughts and fears. I know my diabetes will kill me. I’ve made peace with this, many years ago. I just think I gotta do things now. I don’t have any patience with…idk…with anything. The electric kettle pissed me off today because it wouldn’t hurry up. I couldn’t watch Jeopardy this afternoon. That one guy just irked me. Turned it off.
Not sure this month will be pleasant for anyone I live with.
At least the Cats know to stay away from me. The dang dogs are skating on thin ice. I tell you what.
Gah!:smack:
Sorry guys. Don’t mean to unload on this board. But if I don’t I’m liable to just start screaming and not stop.
Showing emotions is good.
It is the person who acts out and refuses to acknowledge it that is the problem. You know who you are and recognize you are going through issues. That keeps you on the good side of life. Receive a hug from all of us and face the day.
Y’know, that’s the great thing about being a Doper. You can unload, vent, rant, rave, and do it all in perfect anonymity–but you’ll be doing it among friends.
Hang in there, Beck. It’s a difficult time, but you’ll get through it. Besides, you’ve got to stay with us, because we need you to help us count to a million.
What I do in these situations is drink a bunch of whiskey and then say and do things that I regret later. I’m not saying it’s a great suggestion, but on the other hand nobody has come up with any better idea.
Getting drunk is not something I can do. If I wanna live long enough have the surgery. So there’s that.
What I feel like I need is to be somewhere else for a short period. If there were only a nice Doper who would take in a needy, clingy phobic sick person. I sound like a riot, don’t I? Fun just oozes outta my pores.
Ah, well. I’ll just keep on keepin’ on.
{{{Lovies for everyone}}}
You just come right up here to rainy Washington, Becks. Ol’ Nellie has a guest room, and I can handle irritable/nervous/moody people. Hell, I spent 25+ years cooped up with teen-agers (not the same teen-agers, of course). Bring the Meezers: they’re basically just slightly fuzzier teen-agers, right?
Seriously, you’ve had too many worries lately, and I’m guessing they’ve sucked up your emotional reservoir. You’ve got nothing left to deal with the little things. Rant away here.
How does this affect your blood sugar? And could your blood sugar level play a role here, too?
We’re in SCal now, shackled with doctor appointments. However, you are more than welcome to the use of the AZ house! Bring the Meezers, maybe THEY can eliminate the mouse problem once and for all!
The absolute serenity of our place in AZ will drain all your anxiety away. Guaranteed!
~VOW
I may have to really go some where. Mr.Wrekker came in and looked at me. I said “what?” He sez, syrup dripping off his chin, “Can I have a Jack, neat?”. I reminded him there still was no Jack Daniels in the house. He sat down and with the same sticky sweetness, asked me was I ever gonna buy some?
I told him, “Go to hell”
He looked like I punched him in the stomach.
I never do these things. I swear I’m nice.
He came home with a Large jug of Jack Daniels.(I’ve never seen a gallon of liquor in a home) And made his own cocktail.
He needs to get used to that.
This sounds like me during menopause. I was on an emotional roller coaster that didn’t end until I discovered HRT. I’m past it now, so you can crash at my place and I welcome cats AND dogs.
I had a few moments of regret for telling big Wrek to go to hell. I was inspired to apologize to him when he came in this afternoon.
It’s not like me to curse people. Especially people I live in domestic arrangements with. I mean, I might want him to pay the heating bill a few more months. I do depend on him. He’s usually unnerved by my goofiness and leaves me to my rat killin’. Going about his outdoor hobbies and not tracking in mud and such.
But, then he came in. I fixed his cocktail and handed it to him as he passed me in the kitchen.
Oh, heck no. I ain’t apologizing. He’ll get over it. And be the bigger man, for it.
I sound like a riot, don’t I? Fun just oozes outta my pores.