I attended the spectacle in my favorite city and saw incredible sights. I was in awe of how they could replicate the feel of a movie from living plants, manipulated to catch the magic of Disney.
It was truly breathtaking, as were the objects and baubles the merchants were selling. I had a smile the size of the Chesire Cat's the entire time and was as giddy with excitement as a child in Disney World.
I can't lie, I would go every day of the week if I could. I would also dress up like Disney princesses to take fabulous pictures in the forests of wonder created by the amazing artists. (Those would make some killer pictures for a new Facebook cover photo....)
But my fairytale was cut short; after walking around for two hours I was too fatigued for anything more. My disease knocked on my door reminding me too much of a good thing...makes you sick. I needed water, as soon as possible, or I would be down for the count. I obliged and I managed to make it another half hour to take it as much as possible.
We left shortly after and drove to my favorite quick spot for good eats, California Pizza Kitchen. As soon as I ate, I became nauseous and sick and continued to run to the bathroom nearly every half hour from then on.
It was a great day, but why did it have to end like that? Why did my body turn so sore, why did it turn against me? Too many questions that will never be answered.
However, on the plus side, and also in Philadelphia, IBD is getting some major press thanks to Jake Diekman of the Phillies who has Ulcerative Colitis and supports the CCFA. A sports writer of the city, Jeff Skversky, did something for us IBD sufferers that he probably doesn't even know. He made us proud. He made us known. He took away our invisibility cloak. At least for now. And for that, I am thankful. I wish Jake well and hope he will be healthy enough to play when the season begins.
Right now I am safe and cozy in my bed with my puppy, resting up after a long day, and by a long day I mean a normal day for anyone else. I am still sore, still the grumbling in my tummy, and there's just no place like home when you have to poop.