Last night, I threw up on the subway.
I had been in Riverdale visiting my grandmother when I began to develop a slight headache. Many people know that my slight headaches frequently build into migraines which threaten nausea and upheaval of gastrointestinal fluids. For this reason, a slight headache is usually cause enough for me to request Tylenol (passive aggressive side note: I often do this without verbalizing my reason). Unfortunately on this night I had not the foresight to ask for a painkiller before I set off on my hour-and-forty-five-minute journey home.
As the headache intensified, I did manage to buy a pack of Advil at the Duane Reade when I transferred from the bus to the subway (ADVIL! I even risked its blood thinning effects for my pain relief)but it was no use. As I sat one the 1 train approaching Manhattan, I knew I was in trouble. I managed to get all of the upchuck into the plastic bag I'd received with my purchase from Duane Reade, and I washed it down with the water I'd bought to accompany my Advil, but no one offered me a tissue or a napkin so...um...my scarf needs a run through the laundry.
Wow. I threw up on the subway.
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I had a migraine yesterday too! But I was not traveling anywhere. I just got to sleep. In the past, however, when I have thrown up on the subway it was never my fault. It was usually Mr. Goose, Mr. Daniels, Mr. Jameson and the biggest trouble maker of them all, Mr. Cuervo. You, Jess, at least had a bag to use... (I hope you're feeling better! and i'm sorry)
ReplyDeleteI've never thrown up on the subway. Guess I've got class...
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