Since I got out of hospital four weeks ago I’ve probably overdone it a bit. Maybe running a bit before I could walk. I started yesterday attacking the day in a gun ho style but ended it suffering the inconvenience of moderately painful disability. I’d managed to flee our micro abode yesterday and conveniently forgot the gas man was due to look at our gas boiler so started today with a major hissyfit (my partner bought me a night shirt a while ago that says ‘moody cow’ and I can’t really claim that the printed word is a lie) clearing stuff to allow his delayed visit.
I wore said moody cow top in hospital and I thought that many presumed that this was the overall condition for which I was being treated but lying in a hospital bed with little to do is not necessarily the raw ingredient for stoking a temper tantrum.Not when you’re being pumped with morphine anyway.
Hissyfitting (surely that’s a word) is a reaction to not quite being ready to juggle various demands and is really just me being annoyed at me , indulging my own prissy perfectionist tendencies but sometimes innocent parties have to dive for cover to avoid any unintentional friendly fire.
Time for another cuppa to unwind and repeat my apologies to those that were in the wrong place at the wrong time.