Today I'm having several tests run, so I decided to take a full sick day off. The tests aren't taking all day, but I am.
I'm in need of some R & R.
It's been really stressful at work lately with some things about some stuff happening, and the past three weeks have made me want to tear out my hair. Yesterday I didn't get to take lunch until after 2 p.m., and when I started for the elevator to go downstairs I got stopped with another emergency phone call to handle. After that crisis was averted I informed the person at the front desk that I was going to lunch, I was not available for anything other than the building falling down around her ears, I was not to be paged, looked for or even THOUGHT of for the next half hour, and I exited stage left.
Then someone found me in the breakroom in front of the microwave and wanted me to order a cell phone.
I blew up. I YELLED. I told him to GO AWAY. In a Very Loud Voice. I was not kind.
And then I took my food and hid in a storage closet with no phone and sat in the dark and ate it and breathed for half an hour.
I was much better when I emerged, but I also realized it was time I took a moment or so to unwind.
So amid the bloodtests of the morning and the picking up of the prescriptions, and before the scans of the afternoon, I am here at the local Starbucks doing just that. Unwinding. Breathing. Drinking coffee. Writing.