This morning got off to an interesting start. I went to the gym this morning with the intention to run a bit - I'm looking to Saturday for a longer run - and about a mile and a half in, I was hit by a wave of nausea. Not a fun way to start the day.
I fled the treadmill and the workout room and headed for the nearest restroom, down a blind side hallway by the elevator. I went in, fumbled for the light, locked the door and waited to see what would happen. Whatever it was that caused the sudden wave, didn't reappear again, but I decided I was done for the morning. Except I couldn't leave the bathroom! I don't know if this restroom had ever been used or locked, but it took me several tries and some sheer panic to get myself out of the loo! I've got to start taking my phone with me - it could have been hours before I managed to get anyone's attention had I failed to open the door! Whew!
And now here at work, that person whom I find very irritating, that I must work with, who I would really like to throttle right now, has been calling me about something about every fifteen minutes since the crack of when-I-got-here. I really need to get a handle on my reactions because I'll not survive nearly six months of elbow-to-elbow work with her. I've got to figure out a way to fix me that doesn't involve Ore-creamcheese-truffle thingies that someone brought to work for a birthday party. A part of me wants to dive right in, but right now, the part that knows that I have no brakes, knows that I cannot eat just one. It would be like chumming for sharks! So I'm off to the gym here in a bit to get some of this tension worked out, otherwise this Roxie will be spitting gravel!
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Work with your weaknesses.