Mid September Update

Well, hello there. This month's been a doozy. A good doozy and a bad doozy.

I have good news and bad news. Bad news first, because I typically like to get that out of the way. I went to Walmart last week and Xavier and I thought it'd be a good idea to test our blood pressure in of those blood pressure tester machines. (Please note this is not the reason we WENT to Walmart. We went for ice cream.) Anyway, I put my arm that stupid machine and it squeezed the hell out of it and just as it was at its tightest I read: "CAUTION: May Cause Fainting." UH. My blood pressure skyrocketed and I wanted to yank my arm out. Guess what happened next? That's right. I diagnosed myself with hypertension. And boyfriend, who is WAY more stressed out than me? He does not have hypertension. He also didn't read the caution sign. So, that's the bad news.

The good news? I went a real doctor today, not the machine in Walmart and my blood pressure is low. Low as in normal. And for those of you who are wondering, no, I did not make an appointment after my freak out in the middle of Walmart. I already had it scheduled. And yes, you're right. Had I not had an appointment already scheduled, I sure as hell would have gone straight to urgent care.

Alright, so now that I've given you my "I'm a hypochondriac" update, I'll move on to real life.

In real life my little sister is getting married in 4 days.
In real life I'm trying not to freak out.
I'm trying to get sleep.
And I'm trying not to let myself be in a drunken stupor until that speech that I apparently have to make is over.

Okay, in all seriousness, I'm pretty excited for her big day. She is really pretty, her hair is gorgeous, she has perfect skin and her dress is GLAMOROUS. She will be one heck of a sexy little bride if I do say so myself.

Weddings are a funny thing to me. Usually I can't wait for them to get here and be gone, but then when they're here and we're all sippin our glass drinks that aren't allowed on the dance floor, on the dance floor I want them to stay well into the morning. And they don't. They quickly end.

Last night I had a dream that I walked down the aisle at my sister's wedding wearing the wrong dress. I realized it half way to the alter and someone ran to me, gave me the right dress, and I changed. Um. After that dream I was awake from 2am - 5am and hating my life.

And today? Still hating my life because I am running on very little sleep and still revising that speech. And still trying not to be drunk. You know. At work. But now, my day is over and I am headed home. Home to a book, tea, a bath, a movie, my almost Mr. and anything else that'll keep this hypertenstion at bay.

Sorry this post had some swear words in it. I usually don't swear on the interwebs. Usually only in real life. But today was an exception. You can blame the hypertension. It's fine. I did.