Oy vey.
Here's a little bit of background:
Leading up to my wedding was absolutely disastrous. I had to deal with a nightmare bridesmaids (FSIL) throughout the entire engagement. Then, 2 months before the wedding I had a miscarriage... then my mom was diagnosed with parathyroid cancer the same week. That was tough. But then my father was facing liver cancer (biopsy results were in the day before the wedding and came out negative- thank the Lord). Well, dealing with the stress of all of that, I ended up with shingles. I had a wonderful rash going all around my ribcage. Very painful, by the way. Well, my mother's high calcium levels from her parathyroid cancer mixed with her history of bipolar disorder made her somewhat psychotic (quite literally). She was argumentative, combative, racing thoughts, delusional, etc. They were trying to get her calcium levels regulated and her psyche meds adjusted to make her a little less crazy- this was just a huge nightmare. We almost had to commit her which would have been the worst thing in the world. At this point I was ready to postpone the whole wedding until we can get everyone's health sorted out, but my parents wanted me to go on with it and we would've lost a couple grand that we had already put into it.
Well, 2 weeks before the wedding I dislocated my jaw. I had to have a manual reduction which was just horrific.
The week of the wedding something went wrong every day. My mom was very combative and was screaming at my father and I constantly, telling me I looked terrible in my wedding dress, telling me that my FH and I would end up divorced because no one can put up with me, etc. Incredibly stressful, mind you. Well the night before the wedding I actually prayed that everything would be fine with the wedding day... and that after the wedding God can go back to messing with me as per usual.
My prayers came true.
The wedding was fantastic- it was the greatest day of my life. Everyone had a great time and it was pretty much the most fun I ever had.
Then two days after the wedding I was in the hospital because my gall bladder decided to rupture. Apparently I had a blockage in my bile duct that caused it to become completely occluded... which led to it rupturing. I had to go in for emergency surgery at 11:55 at night. They thought my appendix was gonna go, too but unfortunately they didn't have time to do a CT scan... they just made another incision to check it out. The surgeon was worried that I'd become septic and go into shock and die... so I was on 5 different IV antibiotics.. the whole shebang. No history of gallbladder problems at all, no stones or anything... just a freak occurrence. So... We spent our honeymoon at the JFK Medical Center resorts...At least I got breakfast in bed every day.
