Not crazy mad. Angry mad! Boy! Am I mad!
I’m just walking along the street following Hemi home to get his treat-treat and all of a sudden, instead of appreciating the beautiful blazing colours of the leaves on the maple trees along my street, I am royally P.O.ed.
Hemi is walking in a straight line, zipping right along home for his treat and I’m walking all over the place and mad as a wet hen.
It’s not raining, either. There are no ticked off wet hens around there.
Cirrhosis can sneak up on a person like that.
If I lived with others and was verbally abusive I’d be on a guilt trip for the foreseeable future. But at this stage of Cirrhosis I can still care for myself, and I’m still in control of my mind so I can edit anything abusive before it gets words put to the emotion. Snarky, gives me trouble. I may not always be able to keep a lid on these seemingly baseless surges of anger if my mind becomes compromised. If I ‘lose it’ should I ever say anything that would make my caregiver miserable, I’m apologizing right now. Dementia isn’t pretty, but when words get added to the anger, it’s even worse.
I have not figured out why I have these bouts of anger. What is going on bio-chemically that would elicit this emotion? Have I eaten something that my liver totally cannot process?
Do I have Candida and I am a nasty drunk? Good question.
More about Candida’s modus operandi another day
I’m just walking along the street following Hemi home to get his treat-treat and all of a sudden, instead of appreciating the beautiful blazing colours of the leaves on the maple trees along my street, I am royally P.O.ed.
Hemi is walking in a straight line, zipping right along home for his treat and I’m walking all over the place and mad as a wet hen.
It’s not raining, either. There are no ticked off wet hens around there.
Cirrhosis can sneak up on a person like that.
If I lived with others and was verbally abusive I’d be on a guilt trip for the foreseeable future. But at this stage of Cirrhosis I can still care for myself, and I’m still in control of my mind so I can edit anything abusive before it gets words put to the emotion. Snarky, gives me trouble. I may not always be able to keep a lid on these seemingly baseless surges of anger if my mind becomes compromised. If I ‘lose it’ should I ever say anything that would make my caregiver miserable, I’m apologizing right now. Dementia isn’t pretty, but when words get added to the anger, it’s even worse.
I have not figured out why I have these bouts of anger. What is going on bio-chemically that would elicit this emotion? Have I eaten something that my liver totally cannot process?
Do I have Candida and I am a nasty drunk? Good question.
More about Candida’s modus operandi another day
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