I commute from Forrest Hills to Times Square every day for work, and lately I've been getting queasy on the train, about half way through the trip. Tuesday morning I was stopping off at 57th street to pick up my chart from my GYN office. I was glad to get off the train a little early, because I felt so sick. But as I sat on the platform, I began to feel better. "Maybe I'll sit for a few minutes when I get to the GYN office," I thought to myself. So I climb the stairs up to the street, and as soon as I hit the air, I get that brick in my stomach that means I have about 10 seconds to find a trash can and/or toilet. I book it to the corner and thankfully there was an open trash can (not like the covered ones in Times Square). Up comes breakfast . . . right in front of Carnegie Hall! So classy, right?!
Now for the "only in new york" part. NOT ONE PERSON STOPPED TO ASK IF I WAS OK!!! I'm standing there, wretching, spitting up bile, and everyone is ignoring me or giving me dirty looks. I tell ya, that did NOT make me feel better or less embarrassed. That's the problem with having these symptoms but no real bump; everyone just thought I was a drunk (even though I looked SUPER cute that day)!