Next: Temper, Chocolate, Nurse


Next: Temper, Chocolate, Nurse

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I don't have a temper. It's hard for me to get angry at an individual in front of me (easier to feel some anger about injustice going on in the world or to feel anger on someone else's behalf). I am way more likely to get my feelings hurt and cry than to get angry and yell. Mostly I like this about myself because I don't say awful things in the heat of the moment that hurt my loved ones, and my family members are all similar in this respect. We are gentle with each other. But there have been a lot of times, especially outside the family, when carefully wielded anger would have been a helpful tool. \r\n\r\nI have a huge craving for sweets. As a child I was never overweight at all, and I ate chocolate at every opportunity. Halloween and Valentine's Day (the Russell Stover's heart-shaped box!) were my favorite holidays. Somewhere in adulthood, my sweet tooth became an enemy to my health, and I'm trying not to eat sweets these days in hopes of losing some weight. But chocolate is almost irresistible.\r\n\r\nI love and admire nurses, but I never wanted to be one. I'm squeamish about the bodily functions of others and terrified of the responsibility of caring for someone else's health. The other night, after I brought my mom her dinner and evening meds, she said, in a complimenting way, \"You're just like a nurse!\" And I thought, \"No! NO!\"