boom boom POW

That's exactly how I feel right now. Although I am a grown man, I am completely hormonal like a pregnant teenage girl in her second trimester. It's like I have all this knotted-up energy inside of me, both angry and sad.

Is it because I have an MRI tonight? Is it because I have four doctors appointments tomorrow? Was it from a meeting yesterday with a doctor who made a very nice comment about me and my personality?

I can't figure out whether I want to run for half an hour and then punch a hole in the wall or to pray, ball up in a corner, and hope that God fast forwards time to Sunday afternoon where there's nothing to do but relax in front of the television.

Trust me, I can get hormonal: Paul, my sister, and my family have seen it. Sometimes you've heard it on the phone with me as I rip into you when you've done nothing wrong and hardly said a word. My brain tumor that ate my pituitary gland and left me taking hormone replacement therapy pills loves watching me in this frenetic and highly frustrated state of mind.