Day ummmm?

Today I am feeling quite sorry for myself. A slump day. We are all allowed these apparently. Some people I know have one each and every day of the year and have no qualms about burdening the world with their pessimistic miserability. They don't feel guilt for this, but wear their griefs and grievances like medals of honour; expecting the world to acknowledge each and every minute fleck woven into the desolate ribbon of their own sacred award. These people actually think it is their right to bombard people like me with tales of woe: depressing, drawn out tales of other drivers cutting them up, or what check out girls dared to say, while people like me, sit and nod and think of how many bricks it takes to build a wall. I find these people generally breeze through life, with everyone who surrounds them ploughing a furrow and carrying both their own burdens and the burdens of those miserable others. These miserable others, obviously never notice this, but continue along their cleared path, firmly believing that they alone understand toil and pain and suffering.
So today I have joined the ranks of the martyred -  flagellation and horse-hair vests all round!
It's the chemical poisoning I reckon, they have addled my already deteriorating brain and created a mini-depression, so I am a ratty, fowl-tempered bovine woman. Very animalistic eh?!
The cause of this odd temper is probably complex and multi-faceted, it could be the stress and strain of modern life, the wrench of needing to be a superwoman in a society where the female is consistently undervalued, the drain of attempting to balance finances, children, work and relationships?
But I doubt it, I'm not really that emotionally complex...About a month ago, our youngest child, it a fit of 'don't-want-to' bit me. It was a vicious assault, making contact slightly to the left of my right nipple...it happens, people with toddlers can testify that bites, pinches, even the odd head butt is just standard practice for a miniature person attempting to communicate frustration. Although it made me wince, I thought no more of it. But although the bruising went away, the ache didn't, until I've been dreading cold days...cold days and sore nipples are not good combinations. Then, one evening last week I as I sat in the bath I noticed a rather unpleasant yellow tinted swelling, just where the offending teeth had made contact. The child truly is rabid. So now I have an aching breast, a strange fever and an even odder flu-type thing not to mention antibiotics the size of horse pills which are turning my gut into a churning sea of bile!
There I have had my moan and burdened the world with my fit of moods and temper...can't help feel a bit guilty though. So if you are unfortunate enough to be reading this, sorry...I am sure you actually have genuine issues to complain about, not just an aching right breast!