So, after the disastrous weekend I worked, I was still dead tired this morning. I made it to work. Talked nicely to a bunch of people (I'm not a morning person so coherent is my goal, nice is icing on the cake), and walked all over the hospital. The whole time I was tugging at my top.
It's one of my favorites: a black tank with a semi- sheer poncho so it looks like sleeves to just past my elbows. The tugging and not laying correctly made me sad because it was no longer fitting.
I know I've gained weight, but I didn't think it was that much.
Just before a meeting I went to the potty, and when I looked in the mirror while washing my hands, I bust out in tears... however, they were tears of laughter!
I was wearing my top inside out!
I laughed so hard, I almost had to sit down so I could turn it right side out.
Then, I kept giggling all the way down the back hall to my workspace back on the ward.
The tears were flowing freely by the time I came around to the Nurses Station, and two people asked if I was okay.
By the time , I reached the workspace, I was barely upright and gasping for air. A Veterans Wife even gave me a "citation" for laughter. 🤠I told her my story, hoping to get her to smile as well--she already was, and laughed with us as I retold the story.
Then she jumped in with one of her own. 😆😆
I just hope I don't start hearing my story being told all over the place...because it turns out she does stand up comedy!
