I hate waiting rooms at the hospital. I find my irritation levels shooting through the roof. Every tiny noise, every movement is rising my blood pressure up and making me want to break out into full blown she-hulk.
In my head I am already in she-hulk mode, but nobody wants to see that. Trust me.
People should be grateful, it’s much safer out here than it is in my head.
I hear the ticking of the clock on the wall as if it is being amplified, the floorboards are so sensitive that it sounds like an elephant parade in here.
Even the wind outside is irritating me, if I can’t feel the cold breeze on my skin then no one can.
Anyway, enough of this grumpy rant. I’m all better now.
Written in my notebook while waiting, decided to blog it.