Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Most Embarrassing

I stayed up way too late the night before my brother’s wedding.  My hubby, my two brothers, my dad, and I just had to have one last game night before J got married.  We are quite fanatical about our game playing.  Bonanza, Ticket to Ride, and Wanker are our current favorites (“trade you a green bean for 3 wax beans” = awesomeness!).  We played one last game and then said good night.  As soon as my head hit the pillow something was wrong.  Seriously wrong.  I writhed in pain all night long and made too many trips to the bathroom to count.  My hubby is such a deep sleeper he didn't even know I had been getting up all night until he heard the deafening dry heaving.  “Oh babe, you’re sick?”  Uh, HELLO!! Where have you been all night?

So, I was up the entire night feeling horribly, then had to get out of bed, get our little family ready, and attend a freaking wedding.  In my mind, it was not an option to stay home.

We headed to the temple where the ceremony was going to take place.  We walked up to the front doors and my mom had a wheel chair waiting for me.

“What is that for?”

“It’s for you, get in” she said, driving over to me.

“Uh, heck no it is not.  I’ll be fine.”

We’re sitting in the ceremony, and I’m no dummy so I sit right by the door.  Just in case.

My brother and his fiancé come into the room.  They look amazing.  Happy.  The ceremony begins and basically so does the sweating.  And the light headedness.  And the nausea.  If only I could put my head between my legs, or better yet just lie right down on the floor.  But I worry everyone will think I’ve gone mad.  I did forget to eat now that I think about it.  I look over at my mom.  She mouths to me, do you need to go?  Wow, I looked THAT bad.  I nod.  Two seconds later, I’m out the door and on the floor on my hands and knees.  Everything goes white and I am thisclose to passing out.

I wish this was the end of the story but sadly, the embarrassment continues.  After the sweet temple workers help me up, let me lie in an empty room and bring me juice and crackers (I’m feeling so much better at this point!), my hubby and others come to find me.  They all think it is a good idea that I go out in a wheel chair.  A wheel chair people!  What am I, 80?  It was beyond the most embarrassing moment of my life to come out of the temple just prior to the bride and groom and have everyone staring at me going, what’s with her? I know some people knew I was sick but others, perhaps, had no idea what was going on with this crazy sister.

I kept thinking my new sister in-law hates me.  Probably thinks I couldn’t handle someone else getting all of the attention.  But she was so sweet.  Everyone was very sweet.  It really sucked to be miserable on such a joyful day. Even though I was so happy for my brother,  I honestly could not wait for the day to end.

At the reception I’m telling my cousin, who I love to death, this whole story and she says “Awww, did anyone get a picture?”  :)

Yes.  Yes they did.

**Side note, both my hubby and parents got this little stomach flu after I did.  Every time each person got it, and they had been up sick all night puking, I would annoyingly say to them, "Ok, now get up and go to a wedding all day!"  

1 comment:

  1. That sounds awful, Amb. Makes for a great story, though.