Thursday, April 3, 2014
This is image is pretty dramatic, but that's what it felt like inside my stomach when I missed my bus to San Francisco by 3 minutes. I spent hours laying out the logistics of my VERY last minute trip to the bay area - what time I would leave work, who I would meet up with, where I would eat. Down to the second because ... that's me. On my way to the station from work, I asked the bus driver if I should switch to the subway to avoid downtown traffic, he recommended that I just stay on the city bus that I was on. I failed to inform him that I was in a rush.
It took me 1.5 hours to get to the downtown station and 5 minutes to disrupt my body chemistry. Jimmy picked me up and made me feel better. My mind was fine, but my stomach churned sharply. A sensation that was neither nausea or indigestion. Before this, I thought I could stay composed in intense situations such as when Jimmy though he was having a heart attach or when I was a life guard, but apparently not because this missed bus made my stomach do strange things.
It wasn't until I tweeted @megabus and wrote on their FB wall after eating dinner with Jimmy did I feel better. YEAH! Justice!
But this situation really does show how comfortable my life has been when minor set backs like this upset me so harshly biologically.
Anyway - lesson learned.
at 8:37 PM