Monday, August 15, 2011

honeymoon, part 2

I’d rather this was not the focus of this honeymoon post, but it’s important to note that I was really sick on this trip.  Matt got sick about ten days before the wedding, but after keeping my distance,  I thought I was in the clear.  I had a fever the night before the wedding and didn’t sleep at all, but some kind of combination miracle/adrenaline rush/ Advil consumption occurred, and I had a perfect wedding day.  I wed, I cried, I laughed, I danced, and then at 9:00 p.m. I felt like a train hit me.  By the time Matt and I got to the hotel at 10:00, I sounded like Lindsey Lohan.  By the time I woke up the next day, I couldn’t swallow, and couldn’t speak.  We went to Urgent Care hoping for a prescription before boarding the airplane, but because it was viral they could only offer me some crazy drug cocktail for numbing my closed and hurting throat.  I’m sure the doctor enjoyed my brilliant use of made-up sign language and squeaking to describe my symptoms. 






The lady at the visitor centre told us we needed to visit the "famous goats on a roof restaurant"... so we acted like we knew what she was talking about, and headed west.  Sure enough...


I really tried to be a sport.  Matt took very good care of me, and wasn’t impatient when I stayed in bed coughing for hours.  We managed to venture out for at least a little while every day.  I am grateful that if nothing else, it forced us to rest.  A lot.  After so many months of so much stress, the rest was welcome. 

Thank goodness for rest. 

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