Things that are un-fun - Sitting in an emergency room on a Sunday afternoon. Michael had an allergic reaction to something that went from itching like he'd been given morphine to difficulty breathing. No one has any idea what might have caused it, but it took two shots and about an hour before he was stable enough to come home. We're concerned that it might be his blood pressure medication, but since he's been taking it for a month and a half with no problems, the doctor doesn't think that it's the culprit. The only other thing was the fresh spinach salad I fixed for supper Saturday night, and it's doubtful that it would have taken that long to cause that much reaction. At any rate, I'm tired today. Welcome to Monday.
I've never been good with expressing emotions. I always felt that emotions were a sign of weakness - part of being raised as my father's "son", I suppose. Lately I'm having a hard time bottling up those things that bubble up when people start flinging arrows and stones. Some I deserve. Others, less so. Innocent comments get taken out of context and used to further some cause. I make a genuine post about an overwhelming feeling I have, and someone turns it into an accusation, based on some sort of internet statistic that proves I've posted in response to something else. Frankly, I don't see the connection. I get angry more often than I used to, but I often feel like I've been kicked in the gut too. I'm not accustomed to that one. It usually brings tears. Intended kindnesses are perceived as attempts to control. And this post will be labeled as an attempt to send someone on a guilt trip - but hey - if the shoe fits, baby, wear it out.
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