It was a crazy morning complete with me trying to reschedule a meeting about 850 times because I booked the wrong room yesterday, bagels and fruit to celebrate a co-worker's one-year anniversary and an unexpected low that I didn't feel until after I had treated it. Man how those suck.

Thanks to the mid-morning bagel and wanting to get a project done before lunch, I went to the cafe in the other building about an hour after I usually do. I expected to have the place to myself and I was right for the most part. There was a woman sitting at another table who I have seen before. My company is on the small-ish side, so I may not know everyone, but I've at least seen most people.

What I've mostly noticed about this woman is that she has awesome hair and a rockin' bod and seems to make killer smoothies in the middle of the day. What I noticed today was that she seemed to be reading something medical-y; it looked like an anatomy book. I thought I was just too far away and my eyes were too bad to see what she was really reading.

But then someone else came in and they started talking. Talking about health-related stuff and her symptoms and some other comments that made me realize she's sick. But then she was talking about taking phlebotomy classes and I thought maybe I had mis-heard.

But then there was this: "They said my white blood count is fine, so..."

She *is* sick. But it seems that she and her medical team don't know what's wrong and are still searching for answers.

And while I absolutely despise having diabetes and wish I could kick the living crap out of it, I'm so grateful that I know what my enemy is and how to treat it.