We go through so much as people living in this country … and it is all adding up

Yesterday morning, I smacked a finger against the edge of a shelf. It was hard enough to draw blood and while it wasn’t particularly painful on a scale of bad joints to kidney stones, what happened next surprised me. The beginnings of what could have been a full-blown, rage-driven, temper tantrum starting with: “Are you (insert expletive/s of choice) kidding me!” started taking root. I managed to bottle it before I threw my coffee mug through my kitchen window but then my eyes started leaking. Like, real tears. I’m not much one for crying, especially over a minor bump, as...