Not so much of a scream - more a sort of long, drawn-out whimper...
As a result of someone else's disorganised lifestyle and total disregard for any sort of timekeeping, my entire day was turned on its head today and I overdid things physically, to the point of pain and exhaustion. I bolted some breakfast, missed lunch, and ended up standing and walking back and forth for far too long, which has now brought on an agonising attack of sciatica, reducing me to tears.

The disorganised time-thief has had her dinner and gone home in high dudgeon, considering me to be grumpy and unsupportive.
My knee has seized up completely and I can barely stand, so I've taken masses of painkillers and smothered on heaps of Voltarol gel, but I have no idea whether I'm even going to be able to get up the stairs to bed tonight. My BP's gone through the roof and I dread to think what my pp BG's going to be.
Feeling very, very sorry for myself, deeply unappreciated, ill-used, and in excruciating pain.

Thanks for listening.