Grumpiness

Lol ladies been there to s friend said go to the ensuite and get all your shit out to the person in the mirror! And l did that as well as rave at the family and even my former boss. Not sure why but bc brings out a serpent. It does go away

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.

Sadly, I've been suffering from grumpiness since I was about 3. Fifty odd years later, I would have had it down to a fine art without any help, thanks cancer, you %#!*er. 

It would be difficult to construct a scale to measure grumpiness, but if such a thing existed I would be an Olympic grade grouch. My rad burns are conspiring with my recently imposed menopause, the Femara, lingering chemo crappiness and impending penury to make me, quite possibly, the surliest human in the Southern hemisphere.