coffeelove

Being ill makes me mean.

I hate being late for appointments, meeting etc.. so yesterday I asked my dad if he could drive me to my GP appointment as I was in no condition to drive myself. We get out to his car and he starts clearing out stuff from the passenger seat.
I think I felt horns growing out of my forehead. I felt so pissed off and thought that I might as well drive my own car cause now I'm going to be late. For the entire drive I'm thinking he should go faster and stop driving like an old woman cause.. nevermind there's been a storm and the roads are covered in ice..
But I get there just on time, get antibiotics and all is well.
Until we stop by a store cause I have to buy some food that won't cause me any discomfort.
Walking around the aisles, feverish and all kinds of hot, some dude with a trolley keeps getting in my way all the bloody time. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from hissing at him!
What the fuck, does my inner repressed bitch come out when I'm ill and my guards are down?

Oh, and a thank you to all moms.
My own mom came by with pain killers, roses, a kiss on the forehead and lots of sympathy the way only a mother can. Even when the sick little girl in question is 25 years old.
Mothers are the best ♥