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I'm tired.  I'm frustrated.  I'm cold. I'm sore.  I'm complaining.

I really hate  "F-bombs."  As much as I hate them though, I still find myself dropping them. I tried; I really tried to stop dropping them, but I've given up trying to stop.  That being said, I still have a bit of common decency left in me.  There is a time and place for them, and I know that.  It's really funny because when I hear them being dropped, I react based on my surroundings.  There are times when I physically feel ill when I hear them - when they are totally inappropriate.  Some people simply don't have any sense of decency.  I don't think it makes me a hypocrite, then, when I drop one.  When I drop one, it's damn-well justified.

For instance, when a vampire can't find a vein.  Hearing that I have no veins left to try, and the next place to try is my groin. That deserves a loud *&^%, and I don't care who hears me.  Or, when you hear that the surgery you just had was a complete failure and that, if I'd like to live a normal  life ever again, I will need to undergo more surgery... again.  That definitely deserves a loud *&^%, and yes, I have yelled it a few times as of late  (Just a little note to you female readers: if you are ever offered mesh surgery for bladder issues, run. Like Hell).

More blood work...

While I am a positive, "the glass is half-full" kind of gal, a person that chooses positive over negative most of the time, and while life is generally great, there are days when I just want to flip the bird.  Not at people.  Never at people. At situations and circumstances beyond my control.  Who doesn't?  Don't lie.  You have those kind of days, yourself.

It's a gorgeous day.  The sun is bright and though it's cold out, my home is cozy.  Pardon me, however, as I am having a bad day. Today, my glass is still half-full, but what it's full of, I won't say.  Just found out I need to have blood work done next week

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