I was thinking about whining in this entry. I’ve been under the weather for about three weeks now and my sprained ankle is taking wayyy too long to heal which seems to indicate my thyroid medication may be bonking again. What does that mean? It means that I get to gain weight even while not eating an excess of calories, my skin dries out, my eyes will no longer tolerate contact lenses, there is no such thing as enough sleep, getting the energy up to work out seems like the equivalent of preparing to climb Mt. Rainier, and none of that even goes into the psychological slamming my mood takes because usually all of that also paves the way to basically constant depression.
So, after felling like ick for the better part of a month, I am starting to get quite legitimately pissy. I think I am hiding it reasonably well at work, but the veneer between what shows and my true state of mind seems to be wearing thin. All that being said, maybe it is Monday and the entire world can just bite my ass anyways.
On the bright side, this is the second post I’ve done in a week that used a scatological reference to describe something happening in my brain. I’m almost daring myself to come up with another one which I know would just have to be a personal record of some sort.