On my way back to my desk from a conference room on the other side of the building, the fire alarm goes off.
I walked alongside people passing exit door after exit door till I was back at my desk.
There was no smell of smoke nor did I see flames.
Was it a test, a drill?
Maybe, Maybe not
At that moment all I could think about was my supplies…… sitting on my desk.
I needed to get my supplies out of danger.
It is strange how I have come to see my diabetes management supplies as an extension of myself, thus needing to be saved.