Weddings = Bad luck

I don't know why, but lately it seems like all weddings must be accompanied by serious illness.

We're up here for The Boy's cousin's wedding and the Boy's sister has been having stomach pains, so yesterday she went to the hospital and they thought it was her appendix. They do all the tests, and think that it's 99.9% sure it's her appendix.

They get in there laproscopically and see that the appendix is fine. But, further explanation reveals the problem is in her intestines.

She came out of surgery with a 101 degree fever. After four bags of antibiotics? That's serious.

So keep her in your thoughts (prayers if you do that sort of thing). We're going to visit her in a little while.

Despite this, CT is good and the dogs are very dogtastical. The cats are catastic. Although last night, Rowan had some separation anxiety and was howling until we let her out of her crate. Poor girl. I know how sudden schedule disruptions can make you feel hurdy-gurdy.

Me? I'm just glad not to be at work. Don't get me wrong, my job is going fine. But? I already know I do not want to stay there any longer than my internship if I can help it.

I'd like to get into the literary swing of things, if I can. Or at least out of a business-oriented place.

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We went to see the Boy's sister, who I'll call C (names changed for the protection of the innocent and all that), in the hospital today. She's really groggy, sore, and exhausted from what's going on.

It was really hard for me to see her like that. I know that she'll be okay - but when you see someone you care about who's usually very upbeat and peppy and energetic that run down, it's just disheartening. I know the boy and I aren't married (yet), but his family is family to *me*. And I hate seeing family sick.

I brushed her hair for her, and between her mom, me, and her own determination, she was finally able to get up to the bathroom. She nearly started crying, because it hurt and took so long for her just to work her way out of bed. She said, "I feel so helpless."

How I didn't bust out into tears for her is beyond me.

We got her a vampire cow to cheer her up, and that seemed to work. I think knowing precisely what's on and getting better would cheer her up the most.

After we visited with her, we went to the Book Barn and, of course, loaded up on books. Then we went to Mystic Village and got some of the fudge they have there - which is a special treat we only allow ourselves a few times a year.

Still, it was hard to shake feeling so sad for C.