One of my doctors came into the employee locker room at the end of today and asked me, “Are you okay?”
I said, “Yeah, why?”
She said, “Well, you’re kinda curled up on the floor in a corner all by yourself.”
I considered that point of view and realized that I probably looked like I was having a really bad day. “My blood sugar is low. The floor seemed like a good idea a few minutes ago when there was less glucose flowing in my brain. I’m feeling better, I’m just going to sit for a minute to make sure I don’t need to eat anything else.”
“Does anyone know you’re in here?” she asked.
“Wonderful. I’m going to go tell someone you’re here before I go.”
“I really am ok. I do this a lot,” I said. I forgot to eat an afternoon snack, so I ended up on the floor of a room almost no one goes in. Who hasn’t done that? Eventually I got up off the floor and drove home, where I almost immediately fell asleep before I remembered that I hadn’t posted anything today yet. This was the most exciting thing that happened all day long. Unless you think drawing blood and cleaning poop is exciting. I live a life of glamour.