It's been hotter than hot here lately, with high humidity. I agree with the DJ on the radio the other day - if I can find the idiot who invented the "heat index", I will thrash him to within an inch of his life!
So I'm on my way to work this AM - well, not to work per se, I had to drop the Little Blue Neon off at the car doctor, because his orangey engine idiot light came on and stayed on, and he was making kind of a funny squealy noise once in a while, so maybe I'll be lucky and it's just a loose belt, but even so, I have an emissions test thingy I have to do before I can get my license plates sticker this year so I want to make sure he will pass.
Can I run on a sentance or WHAT?
So anyhow, I"m on my way to work, and my tummy feels ucky. Then it felt more ucky. Uckier. Whatever. Then I was holding on to my tummy, driving with my right hand and having to shift too which is hard to do one-handed.
Then I felt like.... "oh shit... here it comes"... So I pulled off the road and into a parkinglot because barfing in a parkinglot seemed more civilized than puking in the road. This is not "drama", this is just how my mind works, deal with it.
Anyhow, I took off the seatbelt, leaned out the door... and felt better. Sat up - felt like puking again. so I just hung out the door for a while until all of the "sicky" feeling left, and then I was ok and drove to the car doctor and left the LBN there because those people are way the fuck cool people who know me (and the LBN) and will take care of my car even if I show up without an appointment!