As much as I like to think that I can be a super intense ice queen 24/7, last Thursday proved me quite wrong. I started my morning off by passing out before 10am while having blood drawn (and by drawn I mean, having some idiot pregnant technician DIG AROUND IN MY ARM MERCILESSLY LOOKING FOR A VEIN). Lesson learned: don’t forget to eat for 12+ hours before you go to the doctor, and for goodness sake, take a cue from Joceline and Emily and hydrate.
After the incident, I got in my car and drove myself home and went to work, like the adult I am… before cowering in the office kitchen to eat some peanut butter and banana toast.
You can kick an ice queen down, but she always rallies like a champion. My final parting thoughts are:
- when I came out from being under, my immediate reaction was to think that I had blacked out and it was now a Saturday morning. I am still unsure as to whether this is a good or bad reaction?
- thanks to the jabbing, my arm is now blue – cold and hardcore, like the heart of a true ice queen.