occupational hazards

so last night's true foray into the melee of the search for the perfect bridal gown was a lot more fun than i anticipated. i guess i should post this on omfg t3h weddingz, but i don't have much to say about the dresses themselves; i only want to thank e$ for her blissful companionship, humor, tact, and extremely helpful commentary. i arrived at david's with a pounding headache, choking down an overdose of naprosyn and advil to silence the menstrual gnomes, having gotten lost on rt 9, feeling overly full, and errantly locked my cell phone (for which i had no unlock code). it was not a good state to be in (and oftimes, i feel this way about massachusetts as well); but by the time we left i felt happy, pretty, chill, and much in anticipation of our chow and beer to follow.

as for trying on dresses, i will say this much. remember as a kid, making forts of down comforters in the living room, stringing pounds of bedding between sofas and crawling through plush tunnels in some weird subconscious draw toward being back in the womb? well it's like that, a lot like that. only the tunnels are hotter, heavier, and cost 1200 dollars. it's like your refrigerator box clubhose, only covered in beaded sequins and scratchy lace.

and this morning, to add insult to injury i needed even more pre-school vaccines. my hep B and measles serology came back negative (wtf?), so i needed the hepatitis booster in one arm (NOT the tetanus arm, thank god...as i have described to friends this week, it feels as though really bony models are humping my arm. all day. you may think this sounds kind of nice but i assure you, it is not) and an MMR booster in the other. i still have a small hematoma in my inner arm from getting blood drawn and my TB mantoux test site is all red and pissed off due to a probable albumin allergy. everything is covered in bandaids, except for my scowl.

so basically i look like tank girl.