A good word to describe what I’m feeling just now as I navigate my way through a medical system that seems to work in all ways backward.
Frosted as in, “That really frosts my cookies.”
Which is a phrase that makes me laugh, and I have no idea what it really means, but the fact that it makes me laugh is enough.
Because if I don’t laugh, I’m going to cry. Or yell.
Now, who wants a cookie?