Weddings, Christmas, birthdays, prom, a funeral, a big trip - all perfect times for me to get sick.
Inopportune, but these are the times when I guess my mind tells my body, "Hey, don't freak out. Don't freak out. Are you freaking out? Don't freak out. Stop freaking out. Ok, you're freaking out."
And I work myself into anything that's availably communicable.
Being a maid of honor at my best friend's wedding this past weekend was one of those high stakes once in a lifetime roles where I needed to be my best, but I started feeling funny the day we left for Louisiana.
By the time we got there, I had a fully involved upper respiratory upset that today has apparently turned into an infection.
Working with a full-time wedding photographer earlier this year I heard stories of sick brides.
I guess I'm not the only one who has a physical response to stress or just excitement or extreme happiness.
The photographer was telling me about brides who have passed out during the ceremony, and one even threw up right at the altar.
I had better just elope.