My 50-something year old patient complained of irritability and impatience.
"I'm not myself," she said.
"That easy irritation, easy frustration, is common at this time of life," I assured her. "Snapping at your husband for the way he chews and stuff like that."
Her eyes widened with surprise and recognition. "Did I tell you tell you that?"
"No," I laughed, "I know about that because I hear about it from a lot of women our age."
"I feel so bad," she said, laughing harder than I was, "asking him how does he make an olive sound like a piece of celery."
