As the evening wore on I found myself getting more irritated. I found myself being enveloped by a grey cloud that I wanted to break free of.
The sum of many little irritations were the catalyst for the clouds. It wasn’t one thing, it was all of them coming together in disharmony. The dull headache, the sore teeth, the runny nose, incessant diarrhea, continually itchy skin, ingrown toenail and the eyes that felt buggy and swollen.
Damn.
As I was starting dinner, surrounded by joyful-ness, I was building up something like a pity party. But it was a bit different, this felt like a mini revolution was taking place on my physical self and my mind decided to join the action.
Tracey saw the challenge and suggested Tylenol. I took her suggestion and then one upped with a bit of THC.
I took a few deep breathes, shook it off and eventually it all fell in place.
But man o’ man, sometimes you find yourself in a jam that you realize you just have to eventually find a way out of, and it can suck.
Till it doesn’t.