Oh, I'm sooooooo irritated. I went to give blood today and it went wrong. After my bag filled up they couldn't get more blood to fill the test tubes. So after dickering awhile they asked to use my other arm. They fussed and mussed and couldn't get blood out of that arm either so the blood the did collect will be discarded! Then I get home and immediately mums on me about the refrigerator and how she cleaned it had an attack( she's up to her poor me routine again and I have no patience for it. Then she asked me to make her muffins before I even got my jacket hung up. So after she stopped messing about I set the oven for 325 per instructions and went to wait for the oven to beep.....then I go in and she's reset the oven to 350!!!! Gah!!! Then she asks if it cold out in her poor me tone cause she's got to go out to get the paper and I just go get it. I can't stand it when she pulls this poor me crap, yes she's 90 but she's in fine health! I suppose I could be affected from giving blood but ahh! Just leave me alone and stop talking to me unless you can say something positive.