It feels like I am always the one who has to play doctor/mechanic/technical support each time I sit down at a non-work computer to do anything.
Hours ago, I wanted to sit down and do what I'm doing now. Guess what? The frickin' firewall was down.
After much swearing, yelling and general fits of raging anger, I'm obviously online again.
My kids freaked out the other day when this type of thing happened in front of them.
I wasn't mad at anyone that day... I was just mad.
I don't understand why this happens, or how to control my anger fits, because I can't just stop being angry. I just am.
It's probably this fucking bipolar problem that I'm dealing with or another bout of depression.
I'm not depressed, I'm just pissed.
I haven't really done anything today that I wanted, except to use marine epoxy on the shower stall to fix a large-ish hole that had been created from water on the decrepit old shower stall walls.
Now I'm on the phone with my uncle, and I'm trying really hard to get him to listen without being really, really pissed off with him or shouting at him.
He cannot seem to get his mind wrapped around what is going on enough to understand what I tell him on the phone. So he handed the phone off to a gal at his assisted living facility who handles the scheduling. Thank Goodness!
So, I chatted with this gal and told her that if he was awake and ready @ 6:30 AM, I'd be there pretty close to that time to pick him up and drive the 50 miles or so to the VA hospital.
Then from there, I'm sure I'll be reading the Kindle, drawing, sleeping or possibly going to the local mall to bum around for a few hours.
Well, at least right now, I'm not feeling so pissed anymore.
Perhaps, I needed to take a break and chat with him, because, I just cannot really stay mad when I think about working and helping him.
Perhaps, my heavenly Father is helping me by putting my uncle in the way at times.
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