Smurfiness

I found a shirt that I had bought a little bit ago.  It was a long sleeve blue denim-ish material.  I didn't wash it before I put it on and didn't think any more about it.  At work the other day, I was typing at my desk and noticed that my fingers looked a little blue.  Because I am the alarmist that I am, I immediately think that I am not getting blood to my fingers.  I google it and determine that I must have a heart problem, right? After all, I am a large lady :) I take off my shoes to make sure my feet are not also blue (they are not).  I debate with myself for a while about checking with the school nurse to see if she has one of those devices that tells you your oxygen blood level.  I decide that schools probably do not have these devices.  I debate going to the hospital too but decide momentarily not to because it would cost a fortune and I have no other symptoms.  Anyway, I pump my hands to try to get more blood to them, but that really doesn't help.  So luckily within the hour I had to use the restroom.  While washing my hands, I notice a slight blue tint to the draining water and finally realize that it was my shirt.  Felt a little stupid, but glad that I wasn't dying.  Anyway, although I washed my hands a million times that day, I looked like a smurf from the elbow down to my fingers.  What a smurfy day!