Attack of the Ogress

In an effort to keep this post PG-rated, I had to turn to the thesaurus and find a grandma-appropriate title of how to describe me today. Google's safe search was of no help, so I had to turn to Bing. Ogress was probably the closest I could find for my behavior today, but if you're creative enough, I'm sure you can provide an appropriate title.

Ever have one of those mornings where you wake up, think you're in a fine mood and then something, probably, minuscule sets you off into a fire breathing...Ogress?

That's what happened today.

I retract any statement I've made over the past few years that have gone along the lines of: "But I'm the nicest person you've ever met!" Because that is completely false. I'm not nice; I'm an ogress. I've been told as much only on one occasion by someone who really meant it - and he was only responding to my sarcasm. (Amy, remember Geoff?) Mostly, it's just me admitting to my true nature.

Today was worse than usual, though. I have been irritated, annoyed, rude, hurt and angry before. But never all at the same time, and never coupled with low blood sugar, limited sleep and I'm assuming, hormones. (No, I'm not PMSing... I've just found that hormones largely contribute to the majority of my health problems and mood swings. Either from taking pills or not taking pills.)

After admitting that this funk was definitely not going anywhere, and the Ogress had probably taken over my body in some sort of hellish abduction, I went upstairs and grabbed a handful of raisins.

Yes, raisins.

And you know what? After I got those into my system, my disposition was much improved. And for the most part, I've been my normal self the rest of the day - not quite Ogress-y.