Labor day

I'm ...... unhappy. It's a holiday and I can't get a refill on my thyroid medication. Who would think the Dr would write a prescription for one month. And the health insurance people have denied my sinus surgery. Can't call them either. Tomorrow is the pre-op for the surgery and of course they are on holiday.

All of this kind of thing I have no tolerance for anymore. My threshold for patience is almost nill. I'm trying to remember the days of yore when I had a more cavalier attitude. It is like a dream of some one else's life. Couldn't have been me. So I am putting on my happy face (that's supposed to work) and am trying to be positive.

Actually I really don't care at this point. I've ranted and raved ad infinitum. And what do ya know. I feel better. Or at least I'm not so attached to the outcome. I always try and remember its not whether I live or die (like I have a choice) but how I live. And if I don't get rid of the bile that is eating me up my life will be useless.