It's been a while.

So I haven't posted in a long time, but I have a good reason. The short version is that I was in the hospitol.

I discovered I was pregnant. I was clued in to this fact because I was sleeping essentially for my whole bus commute, and on more than one occaison missed my bus. I was also clued in by my carsickness, which was very much not pleasant. But otherwise all was well. I took it easier, went to bed earlier, and just generally relaxed. About 2 months into it, on the first bus of my commute, I broke out in a heavy sweat and suddenly had very horrible pains in my belly. Something was wrong. I pulled the cord and got off at the next stop, but being out in the cool air didn't help. I struggled to walk to a nearby gas station, and just as I made it, a taxi pulled in. He said he was taking passengers, so I went inside and, holding myself against the machine, managed to withdraw $20 for the cab fare. Then I went outside to wait for the driver. I had to sit on the ground because I was in so much pain.

On the ride home the cabbie thought I looked well enough to have a conversation. I managed to mutter quick responses between groans, and three the $20 at him for the $10 ride. I struggled upstairs and fell on the couch, calling my boyfriend. He got me to the hospitol, and it turned out my pregnancy was ectopic, meaning the baby was growing inside my fallopian tube. The extreme pain I felt was due to the tube bursting, and my abdomen was filling with blood. The had to operate immediately or else I could die.

So obviously I'm ok now. I took a month off to recover, and am back at work, as well as my bus commute. Of course, I missed the sorts of things on buses that made me start this in the first place, such as the guy sitting next to me who talked to himself the whole ride, and would periodically cover his mouth and talk in his hand. (was that because he was talking about people and he didn't want them to hear?) There was also this older obviously rich lady (large louis vuitton brief case) who yelled at the driver for being 4 or 5 minutes late. There was another old rich lady who saw a seat in front open up and was walking to get it, when this girl stood up to let the other person out. The old rich lady started yelling at the girl "Oh no you don't, that's my seat, you'd better get out of the way." I was so impressed by the girl's ability to answer with aplomb. It's good to be back!