beenie

I feel icky... oh so

I feel icky... oh so icky...
I hate being sick. I especially hate being sick over the weekend. And I especially hate the fact that to my supervisors, I probably look like I just wanted a long weekend, given the fact that I was originally told I couldn't have last Friday off b/c other people were out and then I stayed home anyway.

I almost made it through T and Val's wedding ceremony without coughing, thanks to the tessalon perles I had from the last time I was sick. I remembered I had a refill that I never called in, so I called it in before I had my hair done on Saturday morning. I walked down the aisle with two cough drops (cherry, of course) in my mouth after taking 2 perles 30 minutes before the ceremony (they take 20 minutes to kick in), and only coughed twice. It would have been more but I managed to hold it in, thank goodness. The rest of the day wasn't too bad, but probably because I wasn't overly concerned about going into a coughing fit once the ceremony was over. It was a beautiful wedding though. They had Bryan do a reading from the Bible (Ecclesiastes 3:1-14), which of course got many many comments from people coming through the receiving line (Bryan? Doing a reading from the Bible? Does.Not.Compute for some people). I managed not to cry at all.

They allowed a little too much time between the ceremony and dinner, considering the pictures didn't seem to take very long (unless I missed something), but it was a lot of fun. And I wasn't even overly self-conscious about the sleeveless gown I was in (pictures to follow, I'll probably drop them off to be developed on the way to the doctor). I guess at some point it just occurred to me, "hey Kat, you're fat, you can't hide it, you look great anyway, these people are your friends, just shut up and wear the dress and nobody gives a hoot about the size of your upper arms in all their jiggly glory." We partied until the whole shebang was over, then went home and crashed. Bryan looked so damn good in his tux. I was so disappointed I was sick, because as good as he looked IN the tux, I totally wanted to take him home and relieve him of it, to put it mildly (big evil grin). Yum. :) Alas, all my body wanted to do was go home and sleep.

Sunday did NOT go very well at all. Huge fight (with two of his gamers in the house), Bryan called off gaming, general malaise and unpleasantness abounded for the rest of the day. More fighting, depression, much crying (on my part), overreacting (on both sides) and more general malaise. We managed a bit of couch snuggling with popcorn before bed, but we're both still very bummed and feeling out of sorts today. Top it all off with the fact that I'm still sick and Bryan's probably going to work until 8:00 tonight because he has time to make up from being sick last week, and it isn't a very pleasant day.