Blurb My Brain:
Well, I am officially Mrs. David. Ok, so I can't say his last name as part of practicing good Air Force Wife-dom. We got married on Saturday. The wedding day was so nice. It was sunny, about 60 degrees, and a slight breeze.
And when we went to get my medical clearance starting with the dental, I had to be denied. I had a pigmented lesion on the inside of my right cheek. The dentist wouldn't clear me until I were free.
David called my pigmented lesion Klaus. Because its evil and may be cancerous.
So Thursday I had Klaus removed. Then David packed me into the car, all drugged up on Percocet and we drove to Montana. Been married only 4 days and already I have cancer.
But yesterday was our reception in Montana, and my cheek was stitched up. David had it just as bad. My poor husband had a stomach virus. He spent most of the day on the toilet while my mother in law and I decorated for the reception.
Today is the hell day though. My cheek this morning was so swollen I had to use my finger to pull my cheek away from my teeth enough to close my mouth. Ice pack on, and pain meds in the body, I think I may survive.
What a great first week of marriage, eh?
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