There are two things in life that I think we can blame for most of our problems—allergies and hormones.
I almost never get sick, but I do, occasionally, suffer from allergy-induced conditions. This includes a sore throat, runny nose, stuffy nose, upset stomach, tiredness, aching body, watery eyes, headache, dizziness, and all other forms of general malaise. The Big Man always accuses me of being sick if I’m battling one or more of these conditions, but I prefer to blame allergies. Allergies are the root of all evil.
So are hormones.
I was driving to work one morning and the Charlie Daniels song, The Devil Went Down to Georgia, came on the radio. Normally this is an entertaining song with some really good dueling banjo parts. On this particular day, however, it was cause for tears as I got all choked up about Johnny betting his soul against his fiddle playing skills.
“Oh, that Johnny!” I thought to myself as tears rolled down my cheeks. “He’s going to have to play so well!”
Oh brother! I’d listened to that song a million times over the years and knew exactly how the song ended. It’s not even one of those sappy sad songs that are supposed to bring you to tears. On any other day, it’s just a good old, fun country song.
Stupid hormones. There can be no other explanation.
Before you start thinking that this is something reserved just for women, let me set the record straight. Men have their own bouts of hormone craziness, too.
Sometimes I think the Big Man wakes up in the morning looking for a reason to be in a bad mood. Amount of sleep and other life factors have no bearing on this. He just wakes up grumpy and determined to capture the Mister Moody prize of the day.
It’s got to be hormones.
Fortunately, these days are few and far between. I don’t think I could stand myself or the Big Man if it happened very often.
Do you have any tales of hormone woe?