Yes, that's Witch with a capital B. UGH!!! I swear, NOTHING makes me happy anymore. EVERYTHING just seems to annoy the snot out of me. I'm so flippin' irritable I can't stand myself. Today, I had my first appointment for the neuropsychologist re-evaluation. I am sleep deprived, had to drive out of my comfort zone - in snow, which never used to phase me so it annoys me even more - and I don't feel good (what's new?), so I was annoyed and tense when I got there. This guy is soooo nice. But....looking for words to be diplomatic....he's...he talks like Charlene on Designing Women. He is from the south. Words very long and drawn out, a lot of extra words thrown in, and I just want to shake him and shout, "Get to the point, man!" To make it worse, he would interrupt me when I was talking and when that happens, I *completely* lose my train of thought and often don't get it back. AND he was asking a lot of questions about my physical health, which I know he needs to know some of, but I just. don't. want. to. talk. about. it. I feel like a broken record repeating myself over and over and over and over to doctors, friends, family - everyone. I told him I really don't want to talk about that anymore and why, but he always seemed to come back to it. Then we would get off point so much in other areas. ARGH!!! I was so damn irritated. Plus, the insulation in that building is lacking. Also in that building are PT, Occupational Therapist (OT) and speech therapy. There was noise coming from every direction, even though we were in his office with the door closed, the fluorescent lights in his office, his looooooooooong, drawwwwwwwwwn out speech....I wanted to come out of my skin. Too much noise, light, everything. And he takes sooooooo loooooooooong to explain each test. I was thinking about Janet and how the neuropsychologist she saw didn't want to tell her anything and I was grateful that he wanted to make sure I understood completely what each test was evaluating, and exactly how each section was going to be done....but I'm also an intelligent adult. Not a 5 year old. I don't need it explained like I'm a 5 year old. I was literally watching the clock the whole time. And he noticed. And I was snippy - to put it mildly. I *barely* held myself back. And I don't even feel bad about it. I should feel bad about it. It's not his fault that I'm toxic right now. But, when I get like this I just. don't. care. I know...whine, whine, whine. I keep taking my hands and raising my eyebrows up and as soon as I let go, they go right back down into a scowl. I just want everyone to go away and LEAVE ME ALONE. Seriously. Somebody come do an exorcism and get me out of this body!!!