Every morning I post the current Threat Level. When I arrive at work, I assess the situation and post the days level prominently on my office door. This threat level has nothing to do with terrorists.
It’s all about me.
I have really good mornings most of the time. Today was not one of them. I normally use the real color-coded threat level sign. But that seemed too ordinary to express the condition I had elevated to in the 3 hours between getting out of bed and starting to work. Every joint in my body hurt, my fasting blood glucose was 314, meaning two injections instead of one. I felt feverish, sweaty and grumpy. My skin itched and crawled.
I did not want to go to work. I wanted to scream, throw a tantrum, and go back to bed. But being the dedicated employee that I am, I sucked it up and went to the office. Where I found more crap to irritate me, just reading my email.
<—Today’s Threat Level
Someone said “A picture is worth 1,000 words”. I have no clue who this little girl is, but she looks how I felt today. And still feel tonight, so I am sending my grumpy ass to bed now.
Thanks for listening 😉