Hormones

I am a real piece of work. The medication I'm on for the issue I blogged about in November has really amped up my, shall we say, "less optimistic" side. I have good days and not so good days. Today is one of the latter.

Things that routinely irritate me are much more pronounced. Stuff that normally irks me (but I manage to squelch) are now bubbling to the top. My self-monitor is almost non-existent; the things I need to do are seemingly impossible.

For example, right now across the room, my husband is quietly playing music on ITunes. If there was a shoe within my reach, I would ponder the pros and cons of throwing it at him to make the music stop. Out of line? Absolutely. But, it's how I feel. And on some level, it seems reasonable as I have told him I need some quiet to maintain my sanity this evening. But, now Creed is "taking me higher" and I feel like throwing footwear. I think I hate the band Creed.

This is going to be a long six months.