Well, I've think I figured out why I had reacted the way I did the other day.
Since I was a kid, I had what some doctors called, 'pre-diabetes'. Its where I was at risk of getting diabetes but it could still be prevented. Since I had started working, I haven't been eating regularly because of my 4 to midnight hours and having to wake up at 8 am the next day to drive my little brother to school and working 8 to 4 on weekends.
I think it's gotten worse.
I remember what had happened so well, its not even funny. I was in the greatest mood, waiting for Meet the Medic to release, then WHAM! TF2 was announced Free to Play and I crashed. Hard. I was so depressed before work, I layed in bed for 3 hours before realizing that time wasn't passing fast enough and played some Fear 3. Which I then talked to a friend and found that my neice tried talking to me through the T.V. Right now, I'm tired, but in the greatest mood after drinking 2 bottles of Rootbeer, and now I'm ready to kill some mercs. 1st bottle I drank in 30 minutes. 2nd I drank over the course of 5 hours.
Well, its friday, so I have to wait til monday to call in for an appointment. Its either diabetes, or my hormones are out of wack again. Both outcomes I'm not too much of a fan of.
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