To begin, this is just a general post. I am in NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM REFERRING TO ANYBODY IN PARTICULAR! I don't play that passive aggressive nonsense, and before any assumptions are made, I'm making it clear and general.

For those of you that know me well enough, you would know that I've been through some intense moments involving physical strength, endurance, and all-around will power. Years of stress, physical trauma, and general activity have taken a toll and have withered me down, but I've always found a way to keep moving and disregard it. This week really taught me that my ability to resist isn't nearly as good or as beneficial as it comes across.

For the first time in years, and about the fourth time in my life, I found myself being rushed to the hospital because of the sheer fact that the pain was so damn intense and that my pride and stubbornness would have to be put aside for myself and those that care for me. I obviously didn't make this a public matter because I know that if I can handle any ordeal, the majority of people I associate myself with can do the same, if not better than I can. It's one thing for people to care for my well-being, but to worry about my well-being is a rather large pet peeve of mine, and I firmly believe that would have happened. However, due to the abundance of communication I have with some, and my use of other social networking sites, this ordeal did slip out.

I want to first let everyone know that if you are finding out about this now that that was my intention. If you feel that you should've known, but you weren't made aware, I apologize. I see many of you on a weekly basis at the Tuesday meet, and I'm close to many of you, but if somebody found out before you did specifically, it WAS NOT because I went out of my way to tell anybody personally.

The bottom line is, after dealing with severe stomach pain, constant nausea/vomiting, severe dehydration, and the consistent loss of consciousness, I broke down and requested I be taken to the ER. I was taken in for many tests/scans, and I was treated for a severe infection of the gastrointestinal tract, almost fatal dehydration, and possible gastroenteritis. It is not known where it began or why it was as intense as it was, but after a two day stay, I was finally released with some intense antibiotics and heavily suggested bed rest. I've taken the advice of my physicians and have been resting up and taking better care of myself and am feeling much better, but very far from 100%. Hopefully I'll be back to that point in about 10 days or so as the antibiotics do their work, but until then, I do intend of trying to remain rested and trying to keep my stress low. So, if I seem a bit lethargic and short of words or patience, I again apologize in advance. I've just got to turn my attention to myself for a bit.

I do hope that nobody finds this news disturbing/dramatic and that, if anything, you rejoice in the fact that I'm putting my hard-headed nature aside to do what I need to do. I know I have the best support system in the world, and some of the greatest friends that will do their best to assist me in this endeavor. I don't thank you all enough for all that ya'll do for me, even if it's something as minute as a simple "hello" or "how are you." Hell, even if you're taking time out of your busy day to read this, I'm beyond flattered. So, thank you all for all that you do. Always remember to keep on moving and to keep on grinding. Low points will come, but that's life. Handle them patiently, but diligently. Things like this always find a way to fall into their own place, and it assists us in forming the characters that we present to ourselves and others. We all have our scars/flaws, but the scars/flaws you bear are the signs of a true competitor. Thank you for your time, and if you're one of my fellow Orlando furs, I hope to see you this Tuesday, and the many more that are to come ^^ *Hugs tightly before strolling out*