sometimes, I think my life doesn't understand the concept of 'timing'

 

My older sister's wedding is tomorrow.  (Yes, the one who took me to Dallas and, therefore, is the reason I met Jensen Ackles.)

I feel like death warmed over.  My head aches, my eyes ache, I slept maybe one uninterrupted hour last night, my ears are stopped up, my nose keeps running, I keep sneezing out pieces of my throat... and I'm one of two maids of honor.  I can't not go.  Hell, I want to go.   I feel like utter crap, and have since Sunday.   I went to the doctor on Tuesday and got medicine, but I feel so much worse now.
 
Fucking hell.  I’m completely miserable, and we still have to travel an hour, sleep in the hotel, and stand on a goddamned boat for the service tomorrow.  I keep getting dizzy and almost falling asleep sitting up.
 
Send me happy, healthy thoughts, please.