I love spring. I enjoy hearing the birds and watching my cats go nuts trying to catch them. What I don’t love is the fact that spring brings allergies, which exacerbates my asthma. I am tired of blogging about asthma; I am tired of having asthma; I am tired of having to keep all the windows in the house closed because of pollen; I am tired because of asthma/allergies.
I want to take my computer and throw it out the window and running screaming down the street. I want, I want, I want. I feel stifled, I feel stifled, I feel stifled. EVERYTHING is irritating me.
So, what I am doing about it. NOTHING! Why you ask? I will tell you–I am still royally depressed. Maybe getting mad is a way out of depression. I actually already feel better. So, should I wake Dolph up and tell him to put on his dancing shoes. No…I’ll just listen to some Pussycat Dolls…and dance around my office.
More tomorrow–depression will be conquered!
Anger sounds like a good step. Feel free to send some of that pollen my way.