Rough Day

I have had a rough couple of days.  Everything that could go wrong has gone wrong.  I’ve been extremely moody and have had absolutely NO patience.  I’m not entirely sure why.  Usually, I am a pretty patient person.  Yesterday, I had to do the dishes before I could cook dinner (keep in mind I was starving and already grumpy from being hungry).  While I was loading the dishwasher, it became derailed with the dishes in it.  I couldn’t get it back on track.  My husband ended up fixing it for me.  Then, I tried to put up a box of spaghetti my roomie left on the counter and the spaghetti spilled out of the box all over the floor, so I had to clean that up.  Next, my roomie had cooked the previous night and left putrid pork in the trash.  So, I had to take out the trash in order to get rid of the smell.  In addition to that, my husband kept correcting me on every little thing I said, but not in a nice way, in an asshole way.  There’s a certain way that you can say things to not be mean, and he wasn’t doing it that way.  I don’t like being corrected and being talked down to.  It annoys me to no end.  I am not five, I am adult.  If I’m wrong about what I’m saying, fine.  At least have some tact and be polite about it.  No one in my household was taught manners.  They are all three really really rude and I want to punch them in the face pretty often.  

I just feel like I’ve hit a wall of stress since I got back from my anniversary trip.  I am annoyed by everyone in my house and I don’t want to be here.  I don’t like feeling like this.  I wonder if it’s the cough medicine I’m taking with vicodin making me moody or the fact that I’m sick and no one can find out why.  My husband thinks that the symptoms are psychosomatic.  I don’t really agree with that. I’ve had digestive problems for a really long time.  I don’t think that’s something I can fake.  Not to mention, I definitely have a fungal lung infection, confirmed by my doctor.  How can I fake that?  I don’t like being accused of faking my illness.  It’s really mean and I don’t LIKE being sick all of the goddamn time.  I want to be able to go to class, graduate on time, and do theatre without any issues.  I want my knee to heal so that I can hike again.  It’s just eating away at me and I am going to limit break on everyone in my house pretty soon.  I just know it.