For the hours following my first BCG adventure the nasty side of my personality showed its ugly face. I was just horrible to my kind and caring husband. Everytime he asked how I was feeling and I answered “I’m okay”, (what else am I expected to say was my thought. I just want to be left alone) would follow “are you sure? You’re not just saying that”. Ugh! Inside I am screaming “STOP ASKING ME”. Then my son would phone. My equally caring son. Again, the monster I had become was irritated by this. LEAVE ME ALONE.
