I'm angry, of course, because of my father's health crisis.
It's related to diabetes.
I'm angry about my own. I haven't told the whole story online and probably won't (but my dear Zan listened to it, patiently, and I will forever be grateful to her for listening) but long story short -- I've learned that I only have one working kidney and I am now forbidden from developing diabetes.
But now, all these things have come together and I am just angry.
I'll step away from the keyboard (it's probably for the best) and let this brilliant boy explain it.
It shouldn't be complicated.
Stay away from bad food.
But it's so complicated.