Montezuma's Revenge

I married the man of my dreams. We ran off into the land of honeymoon bliss, on the shores of Cancoon, Mexico. We couldn't be happier, the ocean by day, beautiful candlelight dinner by night. And then  it hit...dun dun dun the Montezuma's Revenge.

The legend goes, Old Man Montezuma dies on vacation. He makes the world pay.

I sleep for 2 days straight. Awake only long enough to be sick everywhere. Early Wednesday morning, while Cancoon is still sleeping, we just have to leave. At the airport, I collapse at the ticket counter, and hit my head on the way down. At the emergency room in Houston, Im given shots and drugs that numb the pain, but make me drowsy. Perfect. I sleep to friday, and wake up in Cleveland.

I fight with Montezuma in my head. Why us Montezuma? Why did you ruin such a good thing? And then I finally understand his wrath, and we come to terms. He's getting his revenge on me because of my husband.

My sweet husband who held my hair back as I lost my insides over the bathroom sink. My husband who handwashed everything I soiled. My husband who ran to the pharmacy in the middle of the night, 3 nights in a row. My husband who wheeled me through every terminal,  all the while whispering sweet nothings.

Its not fair to the world that I got him.
Montezuma made me pay.