In the weeks leading up to “Super Tuesday”, whenever I heard the day spoken of in such a way I would smile to myself because the day happened also to be my birthday. I liked to think that that was the real reason it was super.
As I mentioned before, I’ve decided to give up sweets for Lent, which starts today. That made Super Tuesday Fat Tuesday as well. My plan was to basically wallow in chocolate the entire day. I figured that would be a good way to celebrate.
Unfortunately I needed to take advantage of the opportunity to work a clinical shift yesterday, so instead I spent the day in the ICU sucking out churned-up stomach contents through a tube and then putting it back into the patient.
I also had a headache the entire day that I was barely keeping at bay by gobbling ibuprofen, but when I got home it came at me in full force. Boyfriend David had done so many sweet things for me that I couldn’t even appreciate fully because I was just so out of it. What made me the most sad was that he had bought me a piece of chocolate cake and ice cream, and I couldn’t even eat it.