Yesterday should have been easy, a piece of proverbial cake so to speak.
I had a Dr's appointment and a work appointment scheduled in the early morning hours and both went smoothly. I should have been able to make it back to my desk around 1:30.
Instead, I sat on the Walt Whitman Bridge for a good hour, in a torrential downpour - along with hundreds of other cars, as the lightening and thunder boomed around me.
The rain fell so hard I couldn't see the car in front of me - it was like driving through a carwash, except it wasn't. I was nervous, I was hungry, and I was scared to death!
I ate a few slices of dried mango and a hand full of almonds (I'd tested before I started driving & my blood sugar was 90), and I never took my eyes of the road.
As I finally crossed over the bridge I saw a five car accident and stopped complaining. Traffic was still at almost a complete standstill. I continued to inch towards my final destination with WXPN 88.5 FM for a companion, and listened to some French themed music to celebrate Bastille Day. FYI, French Rap and Edith Piaf ROCK.
Then, a warning about flash floods in my general vicinity via the Emergency Broadcast System freaked me out, and the next 30 miles seemed like 300.
I was actually driving into the storm, not away from it- because apparently, that's how I roll. After another hour of white knuckled driving at a snails pace, I said "screw it" and pulled into a diner, parked the car, and made a run for the entrance.
I was soaking wet (the umbrella didn't help,) and slid into a booth. I was super hungry and wanted a cheeseburger, but ordered an eggwhite Spanish omelet and tested again. 194 - "THANK YOU STRESS."
And like Milli Vanilli, I "blamed it on the rain."