We went to the zoo on Sunday. I like the National Zoo, but I would like it more if it weren't choked with a bunch of obnoxious parents with their obnoxious kids. You can't have everything, I guess. We saw the pandas. I never saw Tai Shan when he was a really little baby; he's gotten to be pretty big now. His dad was busy scratching his giant bear butt against a log for a lot of the time we watched him. People laughed, and I went like -->
We went to the reptile/amphibian house so I could check out the frogs. I hope I can take Molly to see them some time. They are ultra-cool. The Blue Poison Frogs were especially pretty. (I didn't take this photo. I found it online.)
I have seen lots of pictures of frogs, of course, but I hadn't seen a live frog in quite some time (except for a huge bullfrog by a lake a few miles from home, but it just kind of sat there). It was neat to see them ambling around their little glass cages, puffing out their little throats and such.
Mom had to leave the reptile house because it was so hot and humid that she started feeling like she was going to break out in hives. I guess I didn't inherit that particular problem from her. Sometimes heat will trigger her hives, sometimes it is food (she's not sure what food, though). She had a pretty bad break out of hives one time some years ago and had to be given an anti-histamine because her throat was closing up.
I'm sure you all are dying to know how my puppy is doing!
I didn't exactly have time yesterday morning, either.
I decided (foolishly) to stay at home rather than go with mom to work, and just take the local bus to the subway station to get to school. Well, I ended up staying in bed for much of the extra time I had here, getting up only to make a quick breakfast and then play Nintendogs. Well, when I was all done playing with Link, it was 8:39, and the bus schedule said the bus would come at 8:42!
It takes me about five minutes to get to the stop unless I run, which I did.
You know that nasty, hot, gravelly feeling you get in your chest and throat if you run when you're out of shape? I had that.
Well, the bus was five minutes late, so I guess I could have gotten away with walking, but how was I to know? It's a roll of the dice with these crazy busses, I tell ya.
In my haste, I forgot that the local busses don't accept SmarTrip cards yet. I had my card out as the bus arrived, but I hastily shoved it back into my wallet and busied myself searching frantically for $1.25 that I wasn't sure I had, because I spent so much cash and coinage at the zoo the other day (the ice cream vending machines were around $2-$3, the water and lemonade was about $2.50
). Luckily there was a dollar tucked away between a bunch of old receipts that I had stashed in my wallet for no reason (I don't need the receipts for anything, but I don't like stuffing a bunch of them in my pocket, so I've been putting them in my wallet), and I found a quarter in the change part. I'm sure the bus drivers hate when people get on the bus and say "I'll be back with the $$$ in just a minute", but that is what I had to do yesterday morning.
I started getting a panic attack on the bus. The traffic was backed up, and between that and my still panting and wheezing from having to run, a panic attack was imminent. For some reason, though, looking through the front windows of the bus helped to disarm the attack, so by the time I got to the subway station I was OK. I decided, because of the attack, that I would take the subway to school instead of the busses. The subway is less creepy and more comfortable. I'm not sure if this was a bad or a good move. It usually takes about the same amount of time to get to school whether on the busses or on the subway, but early morning traffic might have meant the busses would have taken longer.
Anyway, sadly, the panic attack came back as I was transferring to another train, and that panic attack has lasted from about 10:30 in the morning to pretty late in the evening. It was pretty much gone by about 7 or so, but at the time of my typing this I was still feeling some lingering anxiety and discomfort. Not fun to have to be in a class where you have to concentrate on what the teacher is saying well enough to write down notes while having a panic attack, let me tell you. I don't have all-out I'M GOING CRAZY panic attacks anymore, mostly (thank goodness), but the main problem they cause is difficulty concentrating. I've wasted therapy sessions by having a panic attack on the way. It can be nearly impossible for me to talk. My current therapist is really nice, unlike the last woman I was seeing (she cold and stern and unpleasant; I was never comfortable with her), so it hasn't been so much of a problem.
Class itself was not so bad. The Database Design class still seems to be pretty boring. Elementary Theory of Computing is cooler. We're learning about finite automata and such. I think I will like that class. I was actually hoping he would hand out homework today.
On the way home, the panic attack was so bad that I wasn't breathing properly, so when I was transferring to the second bus, I couldn't feel my hands.
Well, I could. They were tingling and I couldn't move them properly.
Stress and anxiety can have pretty bad physical effects aside from just feeling scared, as I'm sure many of you already know. I started getting the unpleasant tingly feeling on the first bus, and I was afraid that when I got up to transfer, I wouldn't be able to stand, or I would get up and collapse.
I was OK, though, and I think getting up actually helped to improve my circulation, so maybe it was good that I had to transfer then.
Anyway, it is tomorrow now, and I need to take a shower and brush my teeth and such. So, bye!
it's kinda cute sometimes when you just see them completely stop being selfconsious and just smile.