The third year of our marriage started out simple enough. Eve, near the
end, however, had mentioned that her depression had started creeping back
up on her about this time. I often look back for hints about this.
What I see is that her Journal work had almost completely ended. Her
haunted mansion was partially complete, but work had stopped on that. At
the beginning of the year, Eve was obsessed with the online game Asheron's
Call, and played it continuously. She ruled over a small monarchy of
about 20 people. Eve loved collecting all the pretty trinkets and dresses
and colored armor in the game. She filled notebooks with all her
possessions and spent hours and hours organizing where to put them all
and how to structure her vassals to best make use of Rank and Experience
flow. Although she again was playing for 36 hours straight at times, this
was normal behavior for her and I saw no big warning signs anywhere.
I got worried again as after a couple months, Eve had collected about
everything there was in Asheron's Call and had gotten bored with it.
Luckily, Diablo II came out at this time, and Eve dived headlong into
that game and played and played it. This kept her busy and happy up
In fact, she felt good enough that she attempted to quit smoking again!
After consulting with my Doctor 'L', she agreed to try the nicotine
patches to help. And they helped wonderfully! She had quit again! And
everything looked stable enough in her life that I really had hopes that
it would be permanent.
So something had to break.
I often wonder what might have changed if certain things were different.
When I think about the question 'What was the final straw that broke
Eve?', I keep returning to the Sesame Seed Chicken at TGI Fridays.
Eve and I went out for Dinner at least once a week. We alternated
between Chili's, TGI Fridays, and a couple Chinese places (Before my
allergies began reacting to the food). TGI Friday's is a nice place, but
I always thought that they just didn't cook their food enough, at least
their entre' dishes. They just heated them up a bit, and served.
On one night in mid-may, Eve ordered Sesame Seed Chicken (an entre'), and
I ordered my normal hamburger. Because of a mixup, and incompetence, I
was never served that night. They just clean misplaced my order, twice!
Eve thinks that perhaps I was being protected by some higher power. Her
Sesame Seed Chicken came, however, and twelve hours later she was sick
with a colon infection caused by food poisoning.
How do we know it was the chicken? Unfortunately, the tests done on Eve
were too late to confirm the bug. Eve's defenses had already cleared her
of the infection, just the damage remained. However, the timing, and all
the symptoms pointed to it. Just can't prove it in a court of law. And
about a month after this occurred, a huge outbreak of e-coli infections
swept through many restaurants in Milwaukee, including TGI Fridays.
The pain hit the next morning, and it was excruciating! Eve's
description of it fit a condition that I have had a few times in my life.
These attacks usually leave me after an hour or two, so I wasn't worried
at this time about this being anything serious. I did, however, know how
horrible the pain is for me, so I could just imagine what it was doing to
her. She said that it was the most pain she had experienced in her life,
and I believe her.
Three hours went by, with us trying a variety of treatments offered by
on-call nurses. But none of these worked and I finally took her to
Doctor L. Doctor L wanted to take her to the hospital right away,
but there was a Gastro-Intestinal Doctor that was visiting and he didn't
think it was necessary. Besides, Eve was feeling better now. I took her
But the pains came back during the night, and by morning Eve wanted to go
to the hospital. I certainly didn't argue, being totally confused as to
what was happening. So we packed up a few things, notified Doctor L, and headed out.
With 20-20 hindsight, Eve admitted that we should have stayed home. I
would have taken far better care of her.
As it happened, Eve's spirit was crushed during her time at St Joseph's
hospital. The chicken was incompetence, and I will never trust TGI
Friday's again. But the Doctors and Nurse's at St Joseph's were
monsters, and I will hate and despise them forever.