Having hit the limits of my ability to endure pain, I paid a visit to a nearby hospital and was emitted to the emergency room. As I laid on the bed while the nurse pulled the curtains all around, suddenly enclosed, I felt alone. Why is it that at such a moment being alone mattered? It's not as if having anyone there would take away the pain. But, it would probably have given me the mental support I needed. To know that someone cared...well, I'm sure my family, the BF, and my friends care about me. Possibly, the real challenge is not the battle against sickness, but the fight against loneliness that deepens when one is weak.
On a side note, my boss actually called to check up on me! No worries, super PA is super after all. I will survive.