I remember you were trying to get a problematic foster child out - could that be it?

Awhile ago I was really cranky, and everything stirred it up. Didn't matter what it was. For me, I just had to figure out how to break the cranky cycle, cause it seems to feed on itself. Mine actually started this summer with just less tolerance for stuff, the went on to getting angry at things, to one day everything pissed me off, well except the dogs. I, fortunately, live by myself, so I could just take a day to relax and reflect, and that's seemed to done the trick for me for the most part.

Maybe there's something in the air.

I'm cranky because I had tacos about a week ago, which was a great meal, and lots of fun because I was up by the Finger Lakes with a few people I haven't seen in years and their kids and a big sweet Weimaraner who made me really want a dog of my own; I thrilled to the cheesing and meating and salading and eventual biting and tasting and crunching, but was thrown into a howling pit of pain when, you guessed it, a shard of hard taco shell seated itself in my gum where my molar once was. Now it feels like a dry socket and hurts all the way to my ear and I have to gargle warm salt water and my appetite lasts only 'til I eat and chew with the right rear side of my mouth which sucks because it's Thanksgiving and there's good food to eat.

Not to mention that walking through this wicked world, searching for light in the darkness of insanity, asking myself about hope and pain and hatred and misery, leaves me feeling inside like there's one thing I wanna know. Through troubled times my downhearted spirit seeks the strong, the trusted, and the harmony, sweet harmony, because let me tell you, each time I feel it slipping away it just makes me wanna cry.

Everybody now, what's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding? Can I get an "Oh?"

eekacat, yes, everything makes me cranky but not the animals. I took a week off from work, a "staycation," that helped some.

BTGoG -- Actually, the difficult foster kid left, so I should be happy, right?

Hugh I am sorry about the tooth that is sad.

My therapist (who is groovy, in a good way) thinks that (paraphrasing) maybe it's partly because Chris finally moved out that I have the freedom to be cranky at things, and that the crankiness can be like a barometer to help me figure out where I want to go next. (She says this sort of thing better than I do -- I'm very literal so it comes out funny.)

Me, I'm still hoping it'll be, oh, just take 5 mg of Crankaway.

Change always makes me cranky, even if it's good change. I just feel out of sorts for a while. And yeah, it seems like you were going through a loooooot of stress and uncertainty about when and where and how Chris could move, and I think there can be a kind of stress-hangover sort of thing once those sorts of stresses end, where you're still cranky and annoyed but you've lost the clear target for the cranky and annoyed so it just kind of turns into a general "I hate the world" thing until all the various adrenalines and norepinephrines and cortisols work their way out of your body.