Part of the "cure" has been this fairly revolting tea that I'm supposed to drink 30 minutes before breakfast and 30 minutes before dinner. It makes me gag when I drink it, and I always offer it to Inspector Climate, because
But this month, I was deemed well enough to stop drinking the tea. My first thought: THE FREEDOM. I could eat dinner when I wanted to! I could leave for work without having to drink the nasty tea before I left! It was liberating. I didn't have to bring it with me on our weekend away to The Climates, so much less packing!
Except...Except, now the anger seems to be creeping back. Maybe it's because I glutened myself last week accidentally (maybe)? Or maybe I didn't. Maybe I just can't regulate my hormones myself and the tea does it for me.
Things at work are in flux. Hugely in flux. And I think we've learned on this blog here that I handle change just as well as ... no one. I don't handle change.
So maybe when I come from work angry and upset, it's just that! It's just my inability to go with it. Instead I'm one of those over analyse and figure out every possible response to any situation that may possibly arise type of people.
Maybe it's anything, but all I know is when I see my acupuncturist next, I'm going to ask to go back on the disgusting foul smelling tea.