Grumpiness

Before this sh*tfest, that is, breast cancer, about the only things that would get me royally pissed off were naughty children and tin openers that didn't work. Whether it's the chemo, the sleepness nights, the stress of the illness, the recovery from surgery....who knows which...probably a combination of all of the above, I now find I have very little tolerance. The neighbour's yapping Shizu (shit zoo, I call it), drooling fools who wait for the last grocery item to be scanned before they start fossicking for their purse, techno-zombies walking towards me, head down, hypnotised by their phones or similar have me frothing internally, and occasionally verbally. Life is now too (potentially) short to put up with selfish people and fools.