while in the middle (I hope the middle) of a major flare is a tough proposition for me. A lot of my friends and family have been telling me that lately I've been quite grumpy, grouchy, short-tempered, contrary, yada, yada, yada, and I know they're right. I sometimes wish that they could "walk a mile in my shoes" so they could just have a small taste of the kind of self discipline and downright guts it takes to still go out in the world and try to function in a somewhat "normal" manner with this malady.( And yes, I know I am blessed with not being bed or housebound.) But, that isn't going to happen so I must try to harness yet more resolve and try to be a kinder person through this flair. But it's a bad one as I know you guys can relate to. It's hammering me and strangely I keep hearing this " earworm " piece of music running through my head while dealing with this particular bout of illness. " I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til " IT " got a hold of me." Oh, it's so true I swear! I've become that which I detest, " an old grouch!"