Things were so hectic that I don't think I mentioned that I ended up sitting on a bench in front of the emergency entrance of a hospital, while Terri and I worked thru whether I should/would allow myself to be admitted -- 2 days before the wedding.

I said 'No F'ing Way' and Terri said 'Yes F'ing Way' -- not the 1st time we have had this type of dialog , like the time I thought 1,000 crunches would fix my bad stomach ache -- not realizing that my appendix was rupturing... We made it to the hospital in time on that one

I convinced her that if I was admitted to emergency I'd NEVER get released for the wedding and my issues were not THAT bad.

I survived
We fly back home Thursday morning and tomorrow is jam-packed with horse-shit activities. Damn, these two weeks ripped.
