Not one hour after my last post, Dixie inserted a few acupuncture needles
into my face. Let me tell you-- being fear of needles girl, that took a whole lot of teeth gritting, and yes, the ones on the side of my nose hurt like hell. I also had two in my wrists, and two in my hands, which is why I apologize, Aster, that I did not pick up the phone when you called. All in all, it managed to buy me most of a functioning day, after knocking me out for a good two hours.
The wedding I went to with Yancy was a pretty fun wedding-- his improv group performed at the reception, where I also got a little swing dancing in, and there was totally a moonbounce thingy that we commandeered. I also got to help decorate the car for the just-married couple whom I had never met. Heh. So it was like
The Wedding Crashers, but, you know... not. All of the Floam and antics at our table kept my usual wedding blues away (
( Tangent.Collapse )), so I was mostly good, if not a little sickness-induced sniffly. I must say, Yancy looked rather dashing in his suit. (What's that? A bona-fide compliment?
Perish the thought!)
However, the wedding is over, and I am home, ready to fully give myself over to being a whiny, miserable, sick mess. I will become one with the sickness. I will not fear the sickness, which is the mind-number. It is the little "oh god, let me die" that brings total commiseration. I will face my sickness. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when the sickness has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the sickness has gone, there will be nothing. Only wadded-up tissues shall remain. [/Dune]
Oh yeah. And I had cute hair. Ordinarily, I've got the make-up fu, but not so much the hair-fu. Today was certainly a hair-fu kind of day.
Okay. Off to hug my new Garfield pillow and beg for a swift and merciful death. *sneeze*
