OT/OOC

How I pay for my fun.

This week was caught up in the wedding of a dear friend. It was a week of crowded smoky bars, cheap booze, long nights, and too much god damn perfume around me. I had to be there. The bride and groom did try mitigate things, a little. They carefully gave me silk flowers. They just as blatantly filled the church with real roses, without thinking that might be a problem. I spent the entire ceremony coughing loud enough to echo. And then after for the receiving line, they wanted me to get in the vestibule with several dozen roses. I don't think so. I was more sensible and stood nearby but not in- the scent of roses was still barely tolerable from the distance I kept.

I can be in a large church with only 3 roses and begin coughing after about 45 minutes. In a medium church with at least 6 dozen by my count? It takes 5 minutes. In an elevator with a single rose, I'd be into severe hyperventilation by the third floor. Possibly dead by the 6th. I'm just that sensitive.

The reception hall had air fresheners going. The guests were all perfumed, despite the line on the invitation that requested no one wear perfume. Because our current culture suggests that you aren't dressed up, unless you have perfume on. I spent half the reception avoiding the other guests. The smoking section rule was only violated by some woman who happened to be sitting by me with the smoke directly at me. I was at the Head Table, trying to eat. I think I managed some mashed potatoes, before I resigned myself to being horribly rude and walking away. To the Car. Where I had more pain pills.

Friday I was so ill I actually saw little sparklies around my eyes. They only happen when I am very very near the end of my endurance.

And today, I am pooping almost white runny floaty stuff. My innards aren't happy. My throat is sore. And I'm just happy the migraine is controllable. I called and let someone else run my meeting tonight. I'm just going to spend most of mine on the couch.

I always mitigate what I can. Inform where I am able. Yet this is how I end up physically. Is it any wonder I cannot bear travelling much? I hate being so weak.  ¶ 3:30 PM