A Tale of Two Weddings « Rhi in Pink

About 8 years ago, one of my favorite girls got married. This wedding was 5 hours away from Portland – in the bride’s hometown – and so I hopped in the car with my pregnant best friend and her infant son (The Canby Girls are fertile) and we drove. We drove and we drove and we drove. And, we sang. We sang Old MacDonald, the ABCs and the Itsy Bitsy Spider to baby Tristen who seriously cried EVERY TIME we stopped singing.

We got to the bride’s hometown and partook in various wedding festivities. Mainly, I just remember having a lunch at a restaurant that ONLY served Baked Potatoes. Heaven, I tell you. Anyway, we went off to the rehearsal, where I practiced saying, “Welcome! Will you please sign the guest book!” After the the rehearsal, there was dinner. And, after the dinner I began not feeling so hot. After consulting several people, it was decided that I should go to the doctor. But, get this? I HAD JUST QUIT MY JOB AND HAD NO INSURANCE. Also, I was 22 years old and did not plan for those sort of things. Eventually I end up at the very expensive Urgent Care in a strip mall and am diagnosed with a kidney infection.

From what I remember, I ended up having a good time at the wedding despite the kidney infection, but I was back in the ER with kidney stones about two weeks after the wedding.

Fast forward to last weekend. One of my best girls is getting married 5 hours away, only this time it’s a destination wedding. We arrive in the cute Bavarian Town, have lunch, relax a bit and then head off to the rehearsal. I practice walking in sync with my aforementioned best friend, and also practice not falling on my face. And, then I start feeling yucky after the rehearsal dinner.

We duck out without saying goodbyes (Sorry, Holl!) and make a plan. The plan is to go back to the hotel and if I feel any worse, we’ll go to the emergency room. The Bavarian Emergency Room! And, I’ve JUST QUIT MY JOB. The good news is, I’m 30 years old and am insured at this point, but the similarities are EERIE. As it turns out, the next morning I am not feeling better, so we head to breakfast, and then off to the charming Bavarian Emergency Room. And, you guessed it – Kidney Infection.

So, get this, we’re back in our hotel room in ONE HOUR with directions from doctor, prescriptions, and cranberry juice. I still feel kind of yucky, but am able to get ready and feel fine in time for the wedding.

I’m hoping the kidney stones that followed Wedding #1 won’t follow this wedding, but I’ve got my friendly Urologist on speed dial just in case. And, the next wedding I’m invited to that’s 5 hours away? I may just have to take a pass. Or, perhaps go to the doctor beforehand with a printout of this blog post.

A Tale of Two Weddings

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