Being irritated.

Mondays have a certain pattern to them. Semi-busy in the morning...a steady stream of walk-in consults in the afternoon... quietness from 6-7pm... and an avalanche of clients after 7. And for some strange reason, the patients after 7pm will have to be bitey white fluffies with vague symptoms and owners who'd ask a million-and-one questions. It is so annoying.
I was whining to Jenn about a recent self-revelation about my patience level being on a steady decline. To my disappointment, she readily agreed. She did point out that ALL of us have been losing patience though, herself included. I think it's what the pressure, tiredness and busyness does to us. Quite disturbing.

Ken peed all over the living area this morning whilst I was brushing my teeth in the toilet. It was really weird, but he does this from time to time. His mind is a mystery we can never fathom, and since it already frustrates me significantly, I can't imagine how much more pained my mum (and maybe dad) are. I wonder what God was thinking when He made people with intellectual disabilities. I wonder if "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time" is an accurate picture of a world painted through the eyes of an autistic kid.