Do you ever have those days? You know the ones where you just want to kick and scream and tell everyone to go to hell? Everyone wants something, pulling this way and that, but your head says, don’t rock the boat, try to keep the peace. In the end, everyone walks on egg shells and my headache grows. Is “the peace” worth it if there is always a set of rules that everyone must play by before a conversation can even start?
I don’t know, maybe it was the mastectomy, maybe the way people acted/reacted to me and the surgery or maybe it was the pathology reports that flashed before my eyes how quickly things can change. I feel like I am looking at things differently, reacting differently. I am not sure if this is good or bad and for a person who has a need to be in control it is definitely a little unsettling.