Labor Day - Monday, September 7, 2009

I woke up with the same thoughts that were plaguing me last night and unloaded them on my poor, beleaguered sister. I hate unloading on her like that, but I was feeling overwhelmed with anger and disappointment that lingered through the morning.

I went to work and Mark, the Sales Manager, asked me how I was doing. I told him I felt as though I wanted to rip off someone’s head. He asked me "why" and I told him about the attitude I felt my family and friends had while I am experiencing major hair loss, chemical burns on my hands, and a twitching eye, and that is only after three treatments. God only knows what fun lies in store. I said that if one more person told me I was doing well, I could easily lambast them. I needed to seek God for help with my attitude, which I did throughout the morning. Finally, by late afternoon, I had calmed down somewhat and apologized for about the 12th time to my sister for taxing her patience and endurance. Then we went out to dinner that evening.