This morning started much like any other Monday. The alarm clock went off way too early. I packed a lunch for Pete, threw on some sweats, and headed out to drive him to the train station. As we neared the end of our street, I heard Pete yell. Then I heard a crunch. Then the car began to spin and I realized it was no longer under my control. Luckily, this all happened in a flash and before I knew it our poor car was wedged into the snow and ice on the side of the road. We were stuck, but we were both just fine. Everyone in the other car was fine too.
My blood sugars stayed amazingly stable throughout the ordeal. I knew that once the adrenaline subsided and the stress took over, they were likely to skyrocket. But I can take it. All that matters is that everyone involved in the accident is fine. And now that I am starting to feel completely frazzled? I’m going to grab my knitting and let it sooth me. It really is the best therapy around!
What do you think non-knitters do after a crisis? (Probably drink . . . )