Valentine's Day Massacre

There are those of us who thoroughly enjoy the Valentine's Day holiday and there are those of use who loathe it. And I being a lover of the date was all too happy to enjoy the fruits of its labor and fully intended to dress up and have a great night with some friends. Barely knowing what the night had in store for me I started my day with a morning pilates session followed by an afternoon relaxing massage. Once it was time I made my self up and headed over to a friends for a lovely evening....or so it seemed. Once there I immediately realized the cosmos were not in our favor as her son was not well and was purging precipitously down her clothing thrice. In a sea of regurgitation we attempted to keep the positive mentality going but it was not soon later that I too was fallen ill. In a twist of fate was rushing home for what felt like my last waking breath. It was not soon later that I was making parental phone calls and begging for assistance as I spent the night on the cold and damp floor of my rest. Not less than several hours later I recall being hooked to several tubes in an urgent care facility with an insurmountable pain which come to find out was a frightful swelling of internal organs.

Without the right attention could have been severely detrimental to my fate. And spending the time taking care of myself was most important. While I lied on the cold gurney I felt scared and alone for the first time in my life. I being the person who always encouraged those around me that going it alone was the most successful way of dealing with reality was at an emotional cross roads. It was not soon after that I realized I was not the only one who was ill rather several others were suffering from that party in the same situation. Now we are all sealed to the same miserable fate of gatoraid and popsicles (avoiding the reds and oranges) and liquids including the treacherous chicken broth and other mundane fluids. Why at this juncture in my day do I so desire something so simple as a grilled cheese sandwich?

As I lie in bed waxing my fate for a labor day ahead I prey that I will recover and that the souls infected with the same tragic lethargy are cured most quickly. I would not wish this on my worst.