Through a Glass, Darkly

Since I mentioned before that I was having visions of falling down during the wedding, it’s only appropriate to mention that I did not in fact fall down. I did have a bit of an ordeal, though, which I would like to share.

Friday night after the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner, I went to Shelby’s house. When we finally went to bed around 1:00 or so, I quickly fell asleep. I then woke up sometime during the 5:00 hour with incredibly horribly crippling stomach pain. I get myself to the bathroom, expecting to get sick in some way, but all that happens is that I lie on the nice cool bathroom floor for a while. I think about what I had for dinner. There was a roast. It was kind of red. I remember someone saying, “Is it okay to eat it if it looks this red?” That innocent question cycles through my brain for the next hour. I finally fall back to sleep with visions of the entire wedding party being incapacitated by food poisoning.

I woke up at a much more normal hour feeling perfectly fine. I guess it wasn’t food poisoning after all. I don’t think I was overreacting, though - what else is one supposed to do during the 5:00 hour?

The only problem was that I had been so sick that I wasn’t really hungry the rest of the day. And during the wedding, I completely zoned out during the homily, since the heat and my fatigue and my just general not-quite-feeling-with-it-ness made me a little dizzy. I put all my energy into not passing out. I succeeded, but just barely. Everyone said it was a very nice homily, and I’m sure they were right. I just didn’t hear it. And, for the rest of the day, I had a vicious headache. It didn’t prevent me from having fun, but I couldn’t get it to go away.

However, this makes it sound as if I didn’t have a good time, which is completely untrue. I had a marvelous time. Except for that hour on the floor of Shelby’s bathroom. hehe.