Mad or sad, which is worse? Actually sad is worse. Today I answered 3 calls telling me I couldn't keep appointments because my insurance didn't clear. I could barely get off the phone without crying.
But, I found out I can turn that misery to anger super fast. Sometimes you have to work up a good rage and rant a bit... just to the kitchen. Then I can be calmer and more empowered for my next phone call.
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me. I ranted for a year, until I got my vaccine in March 2021.
Coronary Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was Don who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C".
Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post!