I had a good day at work. I was on top of my game, and I was able to shake off some negativity coming from another tech. I haven't been able to do that so well, lately. I've been prone to crying when frustrated or when talking about problems at work. I wish I could turn off the waterworks, I really do. I am not a people person. I dread dealing with other people, I dread conflict, and I just want to be left alone to do my job. This is never going to happen, so I need to learn some coping mechanisms so I can stop leaking tears when my director starts talking about my performance at work, or my dealings with co-workers. And I, Tearsy McCryface, can NEVER fucking cry on command. I want powers I can use, dammit.

What I did differently today, before work: I drank more water, gave myself more time to get ready, made my lunch, and did a hard-and-fast three mile run. Other possible contributing factors: the sun was out, it's March, and the wind was coming in from the SW at 5 mph.

In other, fantastic news, Nick brought home mint chocolate cookies from the bakery.

In health-related news, I had an echo done Wednesday, to rule out reasons why I can't climb stairs without becoming short of breath and feeling faint. It's crazy...I can run flat no problem, I can't climb stairs to save my own life. This is not good, as I have to run up and down stairs every day at work. It's like standing up too fast, I actually start to black out and have to sit down before I fall down. It's not like an asthma attack or anything. I had an EKG done that was normal, and my resting O2 is 100. I'd like to see what the hell happens to my sats when I'm huffing up those stairs because then it really feels like my body has forgotten how to get the blood and O2 where it needs to go.