& whether it’s the panic from the 8 hours of heart palpitations? elevated heartrate? Increased blood pressure? I don’t even know... Or whether it’s the contents of the pills... I probably am at least some level of moodier.
Just asked Hunny to get my laptop cooler from way downstairs, but he was already undressed & trying to be cute-funny complaining while getting redressed already. But I was whining that I didn’t wanna play around.
Me: “You have to be nice to me today!”
Hunny: “But I’m always nice to you??? Well- maybe 98% of the time? 99%?”
Me: “Probably 99.9%... But right now I just need to FEEL like you’re being nice to me!”
Hunny: “Okay, okay, stop getting so angry! Sheesh! I’m goin’!”
Me: “I’m moody. I’m not justifiably angry about something righteous. I’m moody that I feel this way & I feel like crap & I’m scared. People aren’t moody about the country this week. They have perfectly understandable righteous anger. I’m just moody for no good reason.”
Hunny: *trying not to laugh* “God I love you, but, just... tell me what I’m looking for.”