July 17-19, 2015
Ever have one of those friends in your life who you’d do anything for and adore with all your heart? I’m sure many of you are nodding your head in agreement and can instantly say “yes” without hesitation. I certainly do, and so blessed to say I have several friends in my life who have earned that credibility. Well, this weekend was a weekend to honor one of those said friends – my former college roommate and beautiful kind friend of 11-years.
I committed months ago to a bachelorette party weekend 7.5 hours away in Ocracoke, NC for one of my favorite people in the world. There was no way I was backing out … even if it meant driving 7.5 hours in a freakin’ boot, hobbling on sand in a clunky boot and vomiting every night in pain (and not because of “bachelorette party bad decision” shots of tequila). I made sure to pack enough Advil to get me through three full days, and tripled checked that I had packed my heating pad and wine. The only thing that kept me going is knowing I’m going to celebrate the engagement and future marriage of someone who I adore. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.
My outfit decisions were on point for this trip. I made sure every outfit coordinated appropriately with my one-of-a-kind accessory – Mr. Boot. Who am I kidding? No one can possibly look cute in a clunky boot when bar hobbling around town with a bunch of beautiful women.
This entire trip I fought my own internal “negative Nancy” battle and refused to let it show and refused to verbally vomit up negative complaints. There was no way was I letting this bachelorette be concerned about me when this weekend was all about her. I was in a ridiculous amount of constant pain that words really can’t describe and my stomach was so poofy and bloated this entire weekend. I hate that I’m saying this, but it didn’t help that there were two adorable prego woman at the bachelorette party weekend – clearly reminding me of the belly I wish to have one day. It was the final countdown. I was literally counting down the minutes until my surgery … 10 days, 2 hours and 24 minutes to be exact from the time I got into the car for the drive to the beach.
In my own internal thoughts, I unfortunately remind myself that I’m going through one of those lovely life events that, you know, pretty much take you out over several days, weeks, but now merging into months. Sure, I’m knocked down, but not out! I managed to laugh at the thought for just a second and remind myself of the light at the end of the tunnel that will help get rid of my pain. On a separate note, my boot comes off the same day as my upcoming surgery. Onward, Jane…. to a couple of late nights with neon colored penis straws and tequila!
Eventually during the weekend I had to break it to my beautiful bachelorette friend the immense pain I was experiencing and gave her literally the 5-second long cliff notes version of what’s going on with me. I didn’t want her to worry about me by any means, but there was a point during both party nights I had to leave the bars early to go back to the hotel to have a date with the heating pad and Motrin PM. I was disappointed in that I told her, but I didn’t want to come across that I wasn’t happy to be there to celebrate her.
So what’s the point of this post? Just know this… whether you’re going through personal struggles or health hurdles, a tube of bright pink lipstick and a cute little black dress can be two of life’s greatest accessories. (grin!)