Jim and Ken came with the dogs from Connecticut. We had reservations at a local restaurant, to be followed by noshing and cocktailing and playing games before watching the ball drop, bringing in the New Year at midnight with champagne. However, instead of bringing in the New Year laughing, imbibing, eating and having a nice night with the guys, I spent the better part of the day in pain, nauseaus, and unable to eat or drink anything. It was a very unfortunate time to get an intestinal attack, as I’m prone to quoting, and all too often experiencing, life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans.
I’ve grown used to missing out and changing plans because of my illness, but no matter how disappointing and frustrating it is for me, it always feels ten times worse when I screw up other people’s plans, holidays and celebrations. Despite reassurances that everyone understood, it doesn’t change the fact that the evening was ruined, again, because of my health. I try not to let my disease rule my life, but its hard to take risks when its other people’s plans that are impacted, too.
Not a very auspicious start to what I was hoping would be a more healthy year ahead.
Happy New Year.