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When I was growing up, I always wore black on Valentine's Day because I was a lonely, unpopular nerd. I had no boyfriend, I had very few friends at all, and I felt like moping and wallowing and generally screaming my unhappiness to a world that seemed to insist on screaming its happiness to me.

Now I wear black, or at least dark colors on Valentine's Day because it hides the stains better. No matter what one might think, red doesn't hide blood stains. Or any of the other myriad substances that show up around holidays in my profession.

This year wasn't particularly bad, actually - I didn't wind up having to handle a single case of chocolate poisoning, lily poisoning, or 'I hate my ex so I killed their cat' trauma. And especially after last week, the day seemed positively rosy.

Then again, it would have to be pretty impressively lousy to top my personal Worst Ever Valentine's Day.

( Cut-tagged for the medically squeamish.... )