Hey Newlywed, It’s All In Your Head

Hello everyone! I have been gone quite a while. I did try to post a while back, but this new editor was not cooperating…
Anywho! I just got married on the 18th to my best friend and went on a 5-day vay-kay in the Bahamas. It was absolutely amazing and I’ve never felt more love and happiness in my life. The wedding was beautiful and of course the Caribbean was too!
Considering the subject matter of this blog, we’re now going to take a look at the not so happy and shiny part of my story. (Insert ominous ‘dun dun dunnnnnnnn!!’) I was really interested in how my wedding was going to go as far as being a bride with limitations. I read articles about being a bride with a chronic illness and basically got more comfortable with the fact that I needed to make sure that I would be comfortable on one of the most important nights of my life. That idea wasn’t so hard to take in considering our wedding was a little unique to begin with(Dr. Who theme FTW!).
I threw the idea of wearing heels out the door on day one. There was no way that was going to work. Put me in heels and make me stand in place for more than 2 minutes and I will bite your face off. My calves were not made for such abuse. Instead of traditional footwear, I went with converse with my last name written on them. The groom and ushers also wore chucks, so I wasn’t out of place.
My dress was also took into consideration. I learned a tough lesson at my senior prom by wearing a dress with a built in corset. If the boning is not steal, I cannot deal! That stuff bends by the end of the night and presses down on my ribs like no other. Of course, I didn’t even think about my fancy underthing the bridal shop gave me to wear under it. Oops, it had that awful plastic boning and it about bruised my rib cage. So I was sore, BUT! the dress itself was so comfortable. Empire waist, pockets, and the feeling of a play dress. When I put that thing on I feel like a pretty little doll and just want to frump around in it. I didn’t need to worry about any lumps or bumps so I wasn’t trying to suck in my tummy all night. It was perfect.
Up to the big day, I couldn’t have had more than 4 hours of sleep every night for the 2 weeks previous. I was so busy and had so much going on. I don’t know how I didn’t collapse from exhaustion. I guess I was too excited. The night before I finally got to sleep in with my now husband. It was glorious.
Everything went pretty smoothly. I’d get stressed every once in a while for a second, but my friends and family were amazing at resolving anything and making sure I didn’t have to worry. I was very afraid that my body would respond to the stress by making something crazy happen (it likes to make cold sores pop up, or even one time I got Bells Palsy the night before an interview). I felt rested and honestly can’t remember having any complaints pain-wise.
I was tired and worn out after. Obviously. Still not bad though. Honeymoon time rolled around and I was a little concerned on how the plane ride would go. I don’t know who can fit in those seats comfortably. I can’t and my husband is a big guy. Luckily we only had minor discomforts. I booked our seats in an emergency aisle so we had lots of leg room and no one ended up next to us so once we were in the air we had plenty of room.
Plane ride over – sore. I thought that going to the Bahamas would take a giant weight off my shoulders. Like I would feel 100 pounds lighter and the pain would just disappear. That wasn’t quite the case.
I wasn’t slowing down for anything. We weren’t there for long and I wanted to do as much as possible. My hubby was such a trooper and was right beside me the whole way while he was dealing with a sinus infection. All that going, walking (especially in the sand!), riding in uncomfortable taxis and sleeping in uncomfortable hotel beds… it took its toll.
By the last day I was aching real bad. I still didn’t slow down, but man I wanted to. The plane ride home didn’t help either. I took a good 2 days for my hip to stop trying to pop out of place. Get up from the table – hip goes crazy. Get out of car – hip wants you to fall out of car. Worst pain ever. Btw, if anyone wants this right leg of mine, it’s all yours. I will not miss it.
But we survived. Much better than I thought we would. I’m still worn because of course work has been crazy and I have no idea how I survived without a vacation for so long. My body is a wreck, but c’est la vie for the Fibromites!