This morning, I thought I was going to die.
I woke up just fine, got dressed, put on make-up*, did my hair, and started up a pot of coffee. Now, this morning, I was particularly enjoying the process of making the coffee, because I had just gotten a new bag of Hazelnut Community Coffee, and its aroma was a sweet seduction, drawing me in, chanting a tribal rhythm to my soul. The weather outside helped set the stage – cool, kissed by the night’s rain, grey, and still. The perfect morning to indulge in a quiet moment communing with coffee, nature, and inner peace.
And then it hit me.
I was supposed to be fasting this morning for blood work. I felt as though a little piece of me curled up like a brown autumn leaf, withered and dead.
So, instead of relishing that simple pleasure this morning, I get to go and have my blood drawn across town. So much for inner peace.
On the bright side, my travel cup is clean, so I should be able to drink my coffee after being violated by needles.
*Which, by itself, is a sign of the apocalypse, but in conjunction with doing my hair is a sign that you should assume the world has already ended.