So ... weird news ... and good news.
I went out at lunch today to buy a few things at Walmart. Mom wanted a cover for her new cellphone ... and I wanted to look at yarn. Plus this morning I pulled out my favorite pair of jeans only to find a rip in them. No, not at the very bottom ... where all my jeans are ripped. It's the curse of being fun-sized. I was also going to be needing a new pair of jeans ... at least one pair.
So I set off at lunch ... leaving my sweater at my desk because it was hot as balls outside. I could just tell I was getting worn down ... the heat was getting to me ... I wasn't feeling ... right. And when I got back to my desk, I noticed that my hands were shaking ... a lot. I'm guessing I was overheated? It wasn't a pleasant sensation.
By the time I left work, I wasn't shaking anymore ... but I was terribly nauseous. I came home, called mom to tell her I was alright, and then laid on the end of the bed and took a nap. I woke up an hour or so later when my text message chime went off. I felt ... better? Not 100% but better.
So ... that's my weird news. I'm only blogging about it in the off chance I die in my sleep tonight ... someone please tell the coroner I was feeling wonky, kay?
My happy news. Walmart didn't have my favorite jeans in my size. I'm round and petite ... an awkward combination. They did have my favorite type of jeans ... just one size smaller. I stood there (profusely sweating and shaking ... take note of that, Dr. Quincy) and debated the situation. My jeans were loose on me. I mean my jeans are always loose on me because my kidneys hurt when I wear anything tight. But ... they were very loose this weekend.
So ... being as how I felt like I was going to pass out if I didn't get something cold and liquid in me soon ... I picked up the smaller size and thought, "If they don't fit, I won't cry ... I'll just take them back."
I didn't try them on when I got home ... cause I felt like shit. I didn't try them on when I woke up ... because by then I'd forgotten about them. When I finally got up to go to the bathroom around nine, I spotted the bag on my bedroom floor.
New jeans. Try them? Ugh ... it's going to be depressing and I'm going to end up sad. Oh well, I already feel like shit ... let's do this.
They ... fit. They fit fine. Not hanging off me, by any means ... but just fine.
YAY ... yay for me. Mild heat stroke aside ... this has been a relatively good day.
Now ... back to bed. Small victories!
Good news is spreadin' all around
Good news is hittin' in the city
Good news has sprung up in the town
Randy Newman - Good News