Mom always told me that you shouldn't leave the house in the morning without a good breakfast. I've usually tried to adhere to that advice and, like most advice from mothers, it has rarely steered me wrong.
Now, with my working at the Crystal Palace on end of BAF, and still residing in Stalag 17 at the other end, I find myself face with the commuter's dilemma: Do I take the time to eat before I leave for work and risk being late, or do I hope to find time to eat something at work? Well, this morning I flew directly in the face of motherly advice and conventional wisdom and took off for work without eating breakfast first. There's usually enough food lying around the
As usual though, things didn't go quite to plan and one distraction led to another with the hours clicking away on an empty stomach. Finally, there was a break in the action and determined to make good on breakfast, I sat down with some Special K and just as I started to eat, the chair started moving under me. The room seemed to move around me and I felt unsteady even though I was sitting. I've never had low blood sugar before, and as I tried to steady myself through the vertigo with a hand on my desk, I wracked my brain. Had I skipped dinner last night as well? How long HAD it been since i'd eaten? Am I going to have to have someone drive me to the medics for an IV?
Just then, the Operations NCO stuck his head through the door. "Sir, you can't stay in the building during an earthquake, we need to move outside."