Somehow it’s an irritable day. I could blame the full moon. But what’s more realistic is blaming the constant pain in my left hip down to my foot, which started the Monday after Christmas and has lasted through a doctor appointment and almost two weeks of meds. Time for another visit to the doctor, I guess.
How could I tell I’m irritable? Maybe it was when I got to work and read exactly one new email, reacting to it in, er, a mildly inappropriate way. (Rehashing old discussions never makes me happy.) Maybe it was how I grimaced over every radio station waxing effusive about the Detroit Auto Show. (Every… single… station… and this is why the next time the auto industry has a downturn, we’ll die, again, because this city won’t frickin’ diversify…bah, don’t even get me started.)
Of course, it could’ve just been hunger. I felt better after a Pop-Tart. I know that’s nothing like a breakfast of champions, but, well, it’s a long story whose telling won’t make me look any more responsible.
Anyway, I will try to not act like an angry beast anymore today. Especially not when I’m on the phone getting a doctor’s appointment.