mondays with Marlene

In my opinion ...

Can you believe it? I had a friggin’ hissy fit the other day. Things have been going pretty well lately. I’ve started acquafit classes, which I’m enjoying and seem to be doing me some good; I’m walking faithfully and slowly starting to write once again. All in all, I really have nothing to complain about, so why the “spoiled child” act? Pain and frustration, that’s why. We went to a car wash and I was trying to turn my neck to see what the protocol was, but damn it, I couldn’t turn my neck far enough to read the sign, so instead of just approaching from a different angle, I started pounding on the steering wheel and screaming that I wanted my neck to be normal again. All I managed to accomplish out of that little act was to scare the devil out of my husband and bruise my hand. Pretty smart, hey? Totally grown up and adult, right? Not!

When I calmed down and realized I was acting like a jerk, I asked the attendant to give me the dirt on getting the dirt off the car, got in line and it all worked like a charm. Why didn’t I just do that in the first place? Beats the heck out of me but somehow, sore hand and all, I did feel a little better.

There are a lot of frustrations when you are limited to what you can do because of pain, and I guess sometimes it just has to come out. It’s not the first time I’ve been totally frustrated and pissed off because I can’t do something I want to do, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. What I’m trying to do is actually is accept I’m not perfect and do have the right to sound off now and again, excluding kicking the dog or chasing the postman of course.

Now if I could just get my hands on a punching bag. ; )