it's not easy feeling green

I woke up yesterday feeling queasy and green... and NO, I'm NOT preggers, which for some reason seems to be the first thing people ask these me these days any time I am not feeling 100%. That said, I woke up feeling nauseated, and even after putting on bronzer, I still looked ghostly. I snoozed about 5 times until I could drag myself out of bed, and threw on clothes, opting for comfort... a studded tee, black pants, and my most comfy (aka cotton/faded/stretched) undies with grumpy on them from the Seven Dwarfs.

I made my way into the city, stopping after each leg of the commute to sit down for a few minutes to recoup. That should have been my cue to turn around, but no, for some reason I refuse to ever miss work unless I have a documented fever (which is impossible without owning a thermometer) or am actively throwing up. So I kept going. After several attempts to board the super crowded 4 or 5 trains, I was finally able to squish in. You know what's not fun...? Feeling like you are going to spew when you are smashed up against a train door, unable to move at all. I repeat, NOT fun. I felt like everyone was staring at me and my pallid colorless face. I could feel the sweat forming at the star tattoo on the back of my neck, and couldn't even free a hand wipe it. I know, gross. I even resorted to counting backwards in my head from 100 to get though the ride, and finally, I made it.

As the day progressed, it went from bad to worse, culminating towards the end of the day with a shooting pain in the right side of my middle. An excrusiating pain that wouldn't go away and just kept getting worse, to the point where I couldn't stand without bending over.

I started getting nervous... Not only at the idea that I might have been having an appendix problem or something like that, but I was even more concerned about the fact that I was wearing my grumpy undies. That some doctor might have to see my big frumpy stretched out cotton undies. It is always said that you should wear clean underwear in case of an accident or something, but no one ever said anything about the condition of them. I think that there should be an addendum to that old saying, something along the lines of always wear clean undies in case of emergency, and make sure they look good and fit well!

I toughed it out and didn't go to the doctor, partially due to my embarrassment about the panties, but thankfully I started feeling better by the evening. Suffice it to say, the Grumpys have made their final appearance.

what's in your pants

Do you ever take off your pants in a rush, and accidentally leave a sock or panties or something in them, and then when you put them on to wear again, you leave the house with a little something extra in your pants? I am not too proud to admit it... I am one such fool.

Last weekend, as I was walking into a movie theater to see the Simpson's, I felt a strange sensation on the back of my leg, just above my knee... The dreaded bump. The theater was only taking cash, so I had to walk all the way across the huge parking lot with it still in there in order to get to a bank and get cash. I couldn't even get into the theater for a minute to access the bathroom without a ticket. So I proceeded to walk, as calmly as possible, across the lot, trying not to obsess about how odd the bump must look in the back my pants. I finally arrived at the bank's ATM alcove, and decided I couldn't wait to get back to the theater's bathroom to take it out. I had to find a way to make it happen. Unfortunately, it was not budging. I tried a few shimmee shake moves, but alas, nada, so I attempted to use my other foot to work it out. It still wouldn't budge. So, as a last resort, I backed myself against the wall and shoved my hand in as stealthily as possible (which wasn't very), first up the pant leg, but it was too high, then down the back on my pants. I finally retrieved it. The culprit... a lonely black sock, which I shoved into my purse as quickly as possible.

Note to self... Despite feverish haste, make sure to throw clothes off in different directions.

remembering the doozers

It has become a bit of a routine lately, when I get to work in the morning (which was over an hour late today due to the post-storm commuter's nightmare, but that's another story), I glance down at Lexington through my window at the ConEd folks below, and I can't help but think of the Doozers from Fraggle Rock... Remember those little ant-sized workers, with their yellow hard hats and big worker boots?

But, is it my imagination, or has this thing tripled in size?

week 1...
week 2...
And yet, they still have time to sit and hang out in the hole...
I have to say, they have been very busy at work though (ie. jackhammering through the day - fun), so hopefully they are plugging on through it, and the whole thing will soon just be a blast from the past.