I originally posted this on January 23, 2014. It got some responses so I thought I’d re-blog.
My father had a terrible temper. He was known for it all around town. But he was also known as a fun loving guy, fun to be around, would do anything for a friend. But there was that temper.
I inherited his great sense of humor. I love to laugh. But I also inherited his temper. So did my sister. I’ve always been a hot head. Short fuse. Easily irritated. But at the same time, in my own defense, I’ve usually been a person who can get over things quickly. Not one to hold a grudge for very long. Once it’s over, it’s over. No big deal.
Now that I’m 58 years old, and have carried chronic pain around in this body for 31 of those 58 years, I begin to look back over my life and I wonder…..has chronic pain made me a bitch? Have all these years of…
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