Well That Was Fun... Not.

Sometimes I speak way too soon and jinx myself.

After a good start to an expected miserable V-day, things took a turn for the hell holy worse around 9:30 p.m.

I was at my friend May's place to visit my little Fortune Cookie (her daughter, Miel) and all of a sudden I started feeling queasy. The back of my neck got all screwy and then BAM! A gargantuan elephant went and sat on my chest.

I begged them to call Mom, then I had them rush me to the emergency room where I spent the next two hours being prodded and pricked.

The ER doctor said that they needed me to stay overnight and that I needed more tests done to rule out anything cardiac because the meds they administered didn't really work.

But because I'm stubborn as a mule, poor as a churchmouse and lily-livered like a lizard, I asked for the waiver, signed it and checked myself out of there.

I'm scared but oh well. You croak when you croak.