Sorry to vent so much, but...
Another crazy-making phenomenon :
People asking if I'm "OK."
My child died a week ago.
I'm still in 'labor', passing chunks of placenta.
If I try to do anything other than sit sedately typing and watching TV, I bleed a lot more and have to go back to sitting sedately.
So no, I'm not OK. I'm physically ill, I'm sad, and I can't expect not to be either for a while. But if you ask, I'll tell you I'm fine, because that's what you want to hear and I AM fine for where I am at the moment.
You know, even when everything's great, I'm not overly fond of people. Days like today, I wish they'd all stop talking at me.