And I thought I had it maid. :(

I have a bad temper.

It runs in the genes. Literally. We Mercados, or at least most of us, are known to over blow our tops once in a while. Friends and in-laws label it as the "Mercado Temper." And I doubt if it's meant to be a compliment.

In my case, it also runs in the blood. Literally. Because I am diabetic and take insulin and oral medications everyday, I am prone to wildly fluctuating blood glucose levels. Particularly hypo glycemia or low blood sugar levels. And it is when these levels are too low that I become more prone to tantrums at the slightest provocation.

I admit that my temper explosions at times can cause tsunami-like destruction.

Yesterday morning, our cook packed her bags and left after I berated her for not following my rather simple breakfast request.

Berated does not accurately describe my tirade. I cringe in front of my computer right now when I recall the little drama of yesterday morn.

I simply lost it. As Patty quietly told me a good 6 hours after the incident, it was as if I was possessed. Straight from the movies. And although I for once had the starring role, it was a performance I totally regret.

And just when I thought I had my blood sugar level under control. Just when I thought I had already achieved a balance. Just when I thought I could deal with the all too present incompetencies of household staff.

I am now contrite. Guilt pervades. I wish I could take it back.

A little too late of course.