I’m going to another wedding on Friday. It seems like it’s our generations turn at the moment. If my friends aren’t getting married, they’re getting engaged or if not either of those, they’re having babies.
I’m really looking forward to it but as usual it throws up plenty of questions for those of us with fibro. Naturally it’s going to be a long day, I’m going to the whole day and that brings its’ own considerations. I’ll be sitting for as much of the day as I can but while that takes some of the strain off, it always leads to more stiffness, so I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.
A lot of times the week of the wedding can be just as tiring as the day itself. There is family to meet, ‘last pints’ to be had with the groom, more ‘last pints’ to be had and when in doubt another pint or two. Well to be honest that’s how things used to be. Now, I’m using this week like a storage operation. I don’t have much spare energy at the moment but any I do have I’m squirrelling away.
This is a nightmare because my mate is only back in Ireland for the week, getting married and then going back down under. I haven’t seen him or his fiancée in a year and would love to meet up with them for a pint or a meal. But even if they had any free time, I’d be using up valuable energy that I’ll need on Friday, so it’s a non-starter. They have enough to be worrying about anyway, getting the last few things organised for their big day.
This means I’m putting a lot of pressure on Friday being a great day. My week is revolving around being in good form and feeling good on that day. It would mean so much to me to feel awake and not too sore. Luckily though, I’m learning to cut myself a little slack so if I’m not feeling too good, I won’t beat myself up over it and I’ll just get on with enjoying the day as best as I can.
Seeing my friends getting married will be fantastic and I’m delighted that, as it stands now, I’ll be there to see it and celebrate with them. In the grand scheme of things it won’t matter how sore I am or how tired I feel. I’m just looking forward to raising a nice glass of red (or maybe just lemonade) to toast their marriage.
No matter whether I drink some wine or stay on the soft drinks, I will still get the most horrible hangover for a few days afterwards. Hangover is the only way to describe it, despite the fact that alcohol probably won’t even be involved. All the symptoms I have will worsen, my nerves will be incredibly sensitive, my migraines will get worse and my stomach will be in knots. All this will be brought on just by the fact of being out and about and concentrating on conversations and what is happening around me.
Not only am I preparing for the wedding by clearing my schedule in the build-up, believe it or not, I’m also planning for the days after as well. I have learned over the past few months that this is the best way to enjoy the events and celebrations I want to be at.
It doesn’t work perfectly and sometimes I still have to cancel on short notice. I’m hoping that won’t happen and having learnt about my fibro I’m giving myself the best chance to be there on Friday. In many ways I hope that Saturday brings all those worsening symptoms as it will mean that I made the wedding and I enjoyed myself.
I’ll just have to squirrel those good moments away as energy boosters for when I’m feeling bad at the weekend.
Congratulations K+S and I wish you a long and happy marriage.