Temper, temper

I don't think I've ever mentioned this to you blogger world but I have an atrociously bad temper. It's not often I show it, I'm mostly a cool and placid kind of guy and it takes a huge effort for people to anger me; for me to retaliate. But with the insignificant things of life and inanimate objects I just lose it so easily; again it doesn't happen often, but when it does watch out. 

I guess I am a man of extremes but when I go - I go big time; it scares me seriously because I lose every ounce of self control and thrash out at anything. Once, many years ago I was asked by a health professional if I needed anger management after I ended up in hospital with a broken hand after trying to break a television screen by punching it. Have you any idea how hard the old CRT television screens are? The screen was unscathed whilst my hand was messed up to some tune. I've calmed down a great deal since then and for the most part I can maintain some self control, well barring this morning that is............

I was rushing around at the last minute, as per usual, getting ready for work; and as a result I found it difficult to fasten my pride/friendship bracelet. After several failed attempts I could feel the anger welling up inside so I put the bracelet in my pocket, tried to calm myself and went downstairs for breakfast. After breakfast I tried once again to fasten the bracelet but time after time I could not do this simplest of tasks and fasten the bracelet. Now, I am a bad loser so instead of quitting I continue to try to fasten it and all the while I'm getting seriously angry, until......... I finally admit defeat and throw the bracelet across the room and kick out at the kitchen table catching it full on with the side of my right foot. This is a heavy table and it knows the fact, so instead of ducking it stands its' ground and my foot comes off a hell of a lot worse. I managed to move the table a couple of inches across the floor which I was kind of pleased about but the pain that began to shoot through my foot soon quelled any joy. 

Man did it hurt, serious pain; and through my first hour at work I found it real difficult to walk on, I thought I might have to go to the hospital and join Ian in the foot specialist department. But I soldiered on and the pain began to dissipate with the day; it still hurts some and it's kind of swollen around the side; but it's not turned black or anything so I guess there's nothing broken? Anyway we'll see how it feels and looks tomorrow after resting it for the night before I convince myself again there is no need to seek help (sound familiar)! At least my bracelet survived better, it's still in one piece but the spring clasp has been broken making it even more difficult to actually fasten. 

So the last thing I needed with a hurting foot was a foot chase around Stockport today, so guess what happens?