I just came really close to losing it over a whining cat and also just had to murder a yellow jacket that just landed next to my mouse hand.
Since the pills the doc gave me yesterday didn't seem to do anything, Tom asked his doctor today (I was with him at the appointment) and this doc doubled the dose.
It's the little things that are dangerous to me right now. I can cope with the big things, but the stupid stuff kicks me over the edge.
I'd go out and look at the ladyslippers before it gets too dark, but the black flies are murder.