JZ, please tell me you were able to get to the restroom at work?
Oh, yeah. It's right next door, and I had an early-warning system clanging well ahead of time, a stern little voice saying,
Stand up now. Out the door. Don't ask why, just march. Furthest stall -- no, no, don't sit. Crouch on the floor. I said don't ask why, just do it!
in tones that brooked no objection, no hesitation, nothing but immediate obedience. I was in and crouched in position a good five seconds before I figured out why.
ION, my boss rocks, and I'm sorely tempted to name the Halloweenie Paul. He's had dogs named after him, but never a baby.
My favorite was the 'in-depth analysis' of one classmate required for a 20 page paper I'd slaved over. "Thanks for sharing." I kid you not. sigh.
Did you let her live?
That's the one thing about pregnancy oogies, JZ. If you let it go, you feel better. Surprisingly better.
hooray for Aimee in school. welcome to the club!
shit, SA. I hope this does get resolved soon.
poor barfy JZ, but I'm glad you're feeling better.
In mememe news, I just got a call that my dad's cousin Gregg died. He's been battling cancer, complications from cancer, more cancer, pneumonia, complications from pneumonia, cancer again, and... well, you get the idea. He has three wonderful children who have grown up rightfully thinking that their dad could die at any point, through the highs of recovery and the fight, fight, fight to stay alive. They've seen him in ICUs numbers of time. His oldest is to graduate from Boston College (the family legacy school) this weekend.
My heart is broken and I can't stop crying. My family is far away and I can't do anything for anyone. I have to call my grandmother but I can't till I've gotten myself together, because we will lose it all over each other, and she, being super close to Gregg (which is why our branch of the family is as well) is very upset.
Anyway.
JZ, I'll tell you a little story that hopefully will make you feel better about barfing at work.
When I was pregnant with Kid #1, I was sicker than a dog for 3 months. I thought that I was finally over it, so the hubby and I decided to head to Monterey for vacation. Everything was lovely, I felt great. We were staying in a cute little bed-and-breakfast right on Ocean View Blvd. Right along the ocean, across from the hotel runs a park, complete with benchs and stuff to watch the otters. We headed there right after breakfast and yes, I ended up having to barf into a trash can. With many people standing right near me. It was the last time I barfed during the rest of that pregnancy. I was so embarrased. Plus I didn't really look pregnant so I'm sure that all those people thought I was an extra big freak! But it was 14.5 years ago so I'm almost over it now (of course we haven't been back to Monterey since...)
eta: oh Nora, I'm so sorry
{{{Nora}}} {{{Your poor broken heart, and all your family, and all three of his children}}} I'm so very sorry. It is awful to be so far from home when a beloved passes.
