Someone please tell me how this happens.
I went to a wedding. A simple wedding. I sat in the passenger seat for a considerable amount of time as my husband drove to another state. We missed the ceremony itself but arrived in time for the reception. I successfully donned shoes which have never once felt comfortable long enough to wear them out of the house or hotel room. This was a good sign I thought. A good day. I downed a couple of Advil, made sure I took my nerve pain meds and was out the door.
I stood during the cocktail hour for a good ten minutes or so before I had to sit. Drank a glass of wine (for we all know that wine is the most effective pain killer of all. . . ) Of course I sat through the dinner itself. And then I danced. I danced three glorious dances with my husband and beautiful daughters. Oh how I love to dance! My legs and ankles told me when I hit my limit and I was okay with that. At least life gave me a chance to dance once more.
We returned to the hotel and I slept the sleep of the dead. I slept through the rest of my family going downstairs for breakfast the following morning. I slept for most of the ride back home. I slept until 10:20 this morning. I've been awake for two hours and now I need to sleep again.
Immediately
Without delay
How, oh how, did I get surgically attached to that bed?
