Remember the teachers

I was out in my garden last Sunday afternoon and did a twist of my back somehow and by the evening, I was in major pain. Gut wrenching torture, that made me want to puke; I couldn’t walk for more than three minutes at a time without suffering.

I probably am one of the least stoic people dealing with being sick or hurting myself. I’m not really a baby or anything close, but I want my discomfort over fast. I don’t like lingering, much less intensifying uncomfortableness.

Monday, I was barely able to get around at all.

One aspect of my personality, as I get older; I try to have the atti...