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.