An Unexpected Valentine’s Day

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Surprise bouquet at the office, delicious candlelit dinner at the fanciest restaurant with the finest bottle of wine and a night out dancing and strolling by the water…

That was not my Valentine’s Day.

I have been sick for the past week, but don’t worry I will not bore you (or disgust you) with the details.

Somehow, I was still able to have a pretty damn sweet Valentine’s Day. Boyfriend brought me flowers and some grape juice, which I enjoyed in a fancy wine glass while I ate a dairy-free and fairly unseasoned pasta on my freezing kitchen. I could not eat chocolates or any other sweets for that matter and all the dancing I did was from the kitchen to the sofa, where I killed that grape juice while we watched nothing else but the Valentine’s Day movie (permission to gag).

Yes, I was upset about the food choice and evident lack of wine and cheese. Yes, I wish we could have done the long weekend road trip we originally planned, but you know what?

Sh*t happens and you still are able to smile. I wasn’t able to stuff my face with complicated dishes, fancy cheese and gulps of wine? Eh, I saved the calories?

In all seriousness, I’m grateful I could even eat. I also had love, which is kind of the point of this so-called Holiday, so why was I complaining? Oh yeah, because I am obsessed with cheese.

Being Sick Sucks.

That’s really all I have to say. It makes you feel miserable in so many different levels that you end up pitying yourself and feeling crappy about it, over and over again.

What’s best? Being sick during what people have been calling the #PolarVortex aka freezing temperatures that bring tears to your eyes… and freezes them.

It’s like the world saw me all determined ready to tackle my new year’s resolutions and said: “Hold on buddy, you are not doing anything”. I’ve been to the doctor more times that I’ve been to the gym; I’ve been to the doctor once. Pretty skies and cool pictures to upload? I have a selfie showing me all wrapped up on my way to pick up my medicines, does that count? Try out new recipes and baking challenges? I microwaved some chicken noodle soup last week and my medicine tastes like a questionable piece of cake.

Needless to say 2014 has been awesome so far; don’t let me go all bitter on you right now. Nobody likes a hater; I’m just putting it out there to see if somebody can pick it up and take this plague away from me. Like far away, past Long Island.