I have been sick…I mean really sick. For over a week now I have had the creeping crud, the ishy ick, they vomitous mass, the grossness personified, the flu. It has attacked every oriface (is that how you spell oriface? If not I just spelled it wrong twice, hee hee!) of my body. I have had fluids spilling from every crevice and opening that I own. There have been fevers, blisters, sneezes, wheezes, blowing, snotting, throwing up, coughing, aching, paining and general disgustingness for a solid week. Oh, and sleeping. A Lupus fighter often worries when sick of the gravity of the illness, and how it can affect various organs of one’s body. I have been relatively lucky as far as things like that go. This time, however, the fear was there. I was SICK! And I was scared. And I was disappointed.
Since early summer my hubby and I have been preparing to be volunteers at the big super bowl here in AZ. And this was the week. But, here I was sick in bed and couldn’t move. We had worked so hard, done all the background check stuff for security, stood in all the credential lines, sat in all the training meetings, done the meet and greet of team captains, picked up our uniforms and prepared for our shifts. And through out all of that we had the great opportunity to volunteer at some great outreach experiences around the valley. But it had been a long road and we had waited and anticipated the arrival of this week. For me it wasn’t to be. Then I learned the cold hard truth of the real world of the rich and famous. Two weeks prior to the kick off of the big event an add was placed in the paper looking for 1000 “pretty” people who would be paid 3o bucks an hour to do the things that we volunteers had been preparing for months for…all they had to do was look pretty. Send in a picture it said. Reality hit hard. We were grunts. We were the lowly, forgetable faces, unthanked and unpaid. We were the ones who stood for hours waiting in lines for credentials, had our backgrounds checked up and down and back and forth before we were cleared to work at the NFL experience…..cuz we weren’t pretty enough to just be “chosen”. What a sad sad world we live in. At that moment…at that very minute…I was almost glad to be too sick to fulfill my commitment to ‘volunteer” as an “ugly” grunt at the Super bowl. Congrats anyways Giants!