Feeling Over Whelmed
When does this all end? Four years into this journey and wanting it to end! I thought I was doing so well, tackling head on everything that has been handed to me, detours aplenty in this journey. ...
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I had all removable plumbing hauled out just before Christmas, a couple of weeks before I started chemo. I was that close to menopausal that I figured the final step (watch that one, it's a doozy) shouldn't be such a big deal. Right...
I think everyone in close contact with me would be pretty OK with me doing tears and I already feel like crap from the chemo. It's the sudden transformation from a sort of saggy old Labrador type Marg to a raging 'Get the f*** out of my way. What is the matter with you?' Cujo type animal that we can all do without. Man, am I savage. Then I feel guilty as all hell. A bit of consistency would be nice, but I can't unring the bell and restore the little dribble of hormones that were, obviously, still doing me some good. Unfortunately they were feeding my cancer, that wasn't so great.
Maybe I need to develop some 'safe' words so my nearest and dearest have a warning ( and permission) to run for the hills and a mechanism to tell me that I'm being a nightmare without me turning them to ashes, salt, whateva, when I'm turning feral.
That dude in Safeway car park this afternoon though, the one who randomly cut in front of me... Stuff him. There's times when being a sweaty deranged bald woman is sort of advantageous. 'Do you find people yell stuff at you, Mate? Like "Get off your phone? And use your @^%$# indicators? And what am I the &*&&$@# invisible woman". Huh?' ***Random Dude still standing in car park with mouth hanging open, looking like pillar of salt***