Not a good start to the day

Today was time for my every-three-months-trek to have blood drawn. I look forward to this day like I'd look forward to being before a firing squad.

To deprive me of my coffee in the morning is cruel and unusual punishment. I am not alert. I am irritable. I want to punch anyone in the face that even looks at me.

Driving the short distance to the lab, I found myself driving in the middle of the road and then almost missed stopping for a red light.

Sitting in the waiting room listening to the other patients bemoaning the fact that they couldn't have their coffee this morning just added to my anguish.

"Can you spell your first and last name, please?" 'LADY, can't you see it is printed right there on the paper I just gave you???' "And what is your date of birth?" 'LADY, you better stop this nonsense NOW!'

But now I'm home and on my first cup of coffee and the world looks a lot nicer to me. And the best part, I don't have to go through this craziness again for three whole months.

Post Script. . . My boss at work is the same way! He told me on my first day in that job that he is not a morning person and to please refrain from talking to him till he has finished his coffee! After his second cup of coffee, he is fine!