recovery

So, yesterday, in my muted rage, I almost hit my eardrums with my pen. I had held my pen so tightly and had this strong urge to burst my eardrums, so that I could turn deaf and not listen to anyone anymore. But like they say, better sense prevailed; that thought left me as quietly as it had appeared. I was in the office and didn't want to create a scene, so I kept my pen down. All this shit hasn't thankfully affected my work performance. 

I discovered that there is something called a madafcking post-menstrual syndrome. (exCuSe mY frEnch.) Because, like everyone, I googled my symptoms instead of going to a doctor and landed on a page by Healthline that implied that I may have had this idiotic POMS for this particular cycle. As if PMS and PMDD weren't enough to torture me. Anyway. I'm doing relatively better today. While I didn't ride today, I slept properly. The rage has subsided slightly. It feels like the calm after the shitstorm. To my surprise, I even found myself chatting with a familiar friendly face on the commute to work. Usually, I bury my head in a book so that no one bothers me. Even she must have been surprised, I guess, or not. Whatever.  

I will hopefully start riding my bike from tomorrow. I need that dopamine spike badly. Yours truly is, hopefully, on an emotional recovery.