Tragic waste

Wanna know how long it's been since I took a weekend away with some friend just for fun? Twenty years ago. Yea, it was January 2005. There were six of us, and we went to Niagara Falls. Most of the group hadn't been, and didn't know if they'd get the chance before life took them other places. 

So off we went.

The following year, I got married, and then every single trip I went on involved my wife. She's gone on a few without me, and the only two times I'd even been on an overnight were for what amounted to business. One was a funeral, and the other was apartment hunting. And the reason for this isn't because I was being held back, it was more of a lack of opportunity. My friends and I just don't do that sort of thing. Well an opportunity came up and some of my friends figured 'why not?'

Why not indeed.

It was agreed that the guy that used to work in hotels should be the guy to book it, and the logic was sound. I knew what to look for, and what to avoid. Friday came and I thought it was indigestion. Took a pill and shrugged it off. We got into town and I was exhausted. I had, and not incorrectly, figured I was tired because I go to bed earlier than everyone else, and was kept up until 10.

It's not wrong, but it also wasn't the reason.

Saturday morning I assumed it was a lack of sleep and continued indigestion. Took another pill and some caffeine and decided to push through it. No, by 2pm I was about done. Thankfully, we were all disappointed with the event and weren't disappointed leaving when we did.

I barely made it home. During the two hour ride home, I felt progressively worse, and it all manifest once I got out of the car. Just trying to move was torture, I had the shakes something fierce. I was glad to be the first one dropped off (benefits to living closest to 90, I suppose), but I barely made it to the door. For the next 48 hours, I slept 30 of them and ate probably 500 calories worth of lightweight carbs.

I then proceeded to miss the next two days of work because I get dizzy when I stand up, and I'm still coughing.

This was *supposed* to be a fun weekend, but nooooooooooooooooooo...