Gripe, Gripe, Gripe

Gripe, Gripe, Gripe.  That's what I feel like doing today, all day, for no reason.
Took my 86 year old Mom to her lab tests this morning.  Will go back over to her house after we get her lab results to do her medications for a week which always means having to change dosages on some of her meds.
She wants to go to the grocery store later today - not this evening when it will hopefully cool down into the upper 80's - nooooo, let's go when it's around 100.  Gripe!
Stupid to gripe about this, but today I'm Really Hurting.  No reason I can think of that makes today worse than usual, but there it is.  Gripe!
Have an appointment to get my hair done in half an hour and I honestly don't see how I'm going to sit that long.  Gripe!
Have to see a new Rheumatologist tomorrow morning.  I don't want a new Rheumatologist.  I don't want the one I had moving away to teach somewhere.  It will be like starting all over because most physicians want to change meds to what they want regardless of what I'm taking is working.  Of course, if the pain is like this tomorrow he'll probably say they aren't working!  Gripe!
See my primary tomorrow afternoon to go over how well the Cymbalta is working on the fibro.  Honestly can't tell much of a difference but I'm allergic to one of the compounds in Lyrica and can't take it.  Gripe, Gripe, Gripe!!!
Talked to God this morning on my way over to Mom's and asked Him to keep His hand over my mouth because when I feel bad I can say things in a rather strident way.  So far, so good.
It's a quarter of 11 am and all I want to do is stretch out and take a nap.  Gripe!!!