At lunch, one of my diabetics told me he didn't want to be a diabetic because I was taking too long to draw up his insulin, making him late for lunch, and that I hurt him when I gave the injection.
Also at lunch, Spitfire came in with a blood glucose level of 346, and a box of candy for lunch. I wanted to clobber her dad, who sent her with the goodies.
Topping everything, a middle school student was found dead (not one of "my" kids, but close enough) over the weekend in a park two blocks from one of my schools...the one I always describe to friends as "a place where bodies are often found near." Nothing like the death of a child to put things in perspective.