Getting sick really sucks when living in NYC. Yeah, I know it pretty much sucks anywhere you live and get sick, but it absolutely kills me when I am projectile vomiting across the streets of Manhattan. I’m the type that never really falls ill, so when it does happen it’s a total shock to my system. It’s not just the fact of feeling like dog poop, but it’s also knowing that I’m stuck inside for days while the world is going on outside my apartment in NYC. No matter how many years I have lived here now I still feel a certain rush of excitement when stepping out for the night whether it be for dinner, a movie, an event, hitting Central park, or just plain old bar hopping. Also, I just happened to get sick right when the weather changed and Spring poked it’s head out from behind the dreary doldroms of Winter’s grasp. So when we had a few nicer days out this past week I was literally nauseous green with envy as I languished in bed or just couch surfed for days while working from home. Also, I can’t forget the numerous misadventures to the vomitorium that used to be my bathroom. I swear that room looked like a scene from one of the Saw movies after I was done with it.
Figures though that since I am now feeling better and am pretty much recovered there is a Nor’easter on the way! What the heck? It was just about 65 degrees out yesterday in NYC and now it’s dropping into the 30’s again. Today was cold and windy. More snow coming. It’s like winter all over. No wonder I got sick, along with half the city it seems, and this crazy weather doesn’t help. One moment I was walking home from work, feeling fine, and dropped into a diner for a bite to eat. The next thing I know is that the remants of that meal was being splattered along street corners as I dragged my sick ass home ten blocks. No way was I going to get into a cab. Vomiting in a cab is not fun. I puked in a cab once. Once! I swear that Pakistani cabbie was going to beat me with a tire iron as he screamed in anger (imagine the accent) “Get out of my cab! Get out of my cab!” Even then that was a combination of a stomach flu, drinking too much wine, and a mix of greasy appetizers at a holiday party. Must have been over twelve years ago since that happened. It still haunts me. Can you picture what the inside of that cab looked like when I finally crawled out? A chunky blood bath. Stephen King would have been proud!
Well, whatever that stomach bug was that hit me has finally subsided. I’m still eating light but at least I’m eating solids again and not vomiting. I think I dropped a weight class. I trekked out today to do some shopping and also hit the gun range since I needed to renew my membership. When I hopped on the NYC subway of course I was greeted by some schmuck eating some sort of nasty smelling food from a take out container. Why do these idiots feel the need to eat lunch on the subway? Ugh. On top of that the trains were crowded because of track work and the guy next to me smelled as if he had not taken a shower in two years. Oh, of course then the words “It’s Show Time” are yelled out from the middle of the car. So this kid turns on his boom box and proceeds to dance and hop around the crowd while trying to not kick anyone in the face. The crowd, as was I, were not amused. All of a sudden I started to feel that queasiness of being sick in the pit of my stomach and bowels. I literally dove out when the doors opened next stop and ran down the platform. Good thing there was a Starbucks close by with an empty bathroom. It was mostly a false alarm though. No vomiting! I think I was more nauseous at the rancid BO from the hipster looking dude standing next to me.
Now I’m home watching the Expendables 2. Appropriate action flick to get me in the mood. Getting ready to hit the gym and start my training again after a week of being wiped out from sickness. I’m feeling pumped to get back in there and lift hard but I need to temper myself. With a Tough Mudder coming up in July I need to be fit and ready. I also have a few other goals in mind this year that need to be addressed. Time to start making some changes and doing things right.
Unless I’m still projectile vomiting all over the place!