Where the Hell is my happy place?!?!?!?!

[melcreada]

Due to some sort of snafu/kerfuffle between my doctor's office and Walmart's inept excuse of a pharmacy, I have been without my blood pressure meds for a week. And I am mad. About everything. It seems like every little annoyance or inconvenience sends me into a blinding rage. I'm not saying my meds prevented that, but something about this week in general has really set my teeth on edge.

Sometimes I don't realize how much anger I carry around with me. It comes out of nowhere and scares the Hell out of me. I can control it, but I can feel it disintegrating my capillaries. Yeesh. I need yoga, although I sat quietly for 20 minutes this afternoon in an attemt to calm myself and all it did was give me time to make a litany of all the crap that is making my blood boil.

This poem made me ten shades of sad. Very painful and powerful.

In good news, we are completely out of the apartment and ensconced in our house of boxes.

Love to my flist for reading the diatribe. <3