too much anger trapped inside

So, I've been depressed over the whole argument with The Man. That and the toe thing and the Cipro (thank you dragon knitter, I knew about the gastro problems, and yes, naturally it happened to me) is knocking me out on a weekend I need to work.

I'm hoping it's a good thing that when I go to change my bandage, it's all icky and gross. That's drainage, right?

If he had called me, maybe I would have said yes, read me them. But he calledme to yell at me about the test results, when he didn't have a right to open them in the first place. He opened them because they came in the mail. I could have waited a week to read them.