Oh, my God! It's Orange!!!! (aka ER visit II)

Here follows the wonderfulness of my one week married anniversary: Mr. M and I went out and picked out a bed, ordered the bed, (to be delivered in a week, in the meantime, yeah for the air mattress) and looked around at couches. We bought a pizza for lunch, went about town and took a nap.

For dinner I think, "hmmm I will heat up that leftover pizza." I read the directions where it says to take the pizza out of the cardboard box to reheat the pizza. I ( the genius) think to myself that my family has heated pizza up numerous times in the box, I ask my new husband his opinion and proceed to heat up the pizza in the box. Yeah, note to self, move the rack in the oven farther away from the heating element. My box of pizza went up in flames as my dear husband is talking on the phone to his mother. Tells her he has to go since there is a fire in the kitchen. In my head, I am thinking that his mother is going to think that I am a total idiot. She calls him back and tells him not to make fun of me, she once made a turkey and couldn't find the insides to take out, went ahead and cooked it, and her dinner guests found the insides.

After Mr. M stops the fire, we go to Wendy's and drive around for about 45 min since our home now reeks of smoke.

At about midnight I notice it hurts a bit to go to the bathroom. I think, hmmm may have a UTI, may go to the doctor tomorrow. By 3:10 am I am in horrible pain, pacing the floor and going to the bathroom every 5 min. I wake up my poor husband to take me to the ER. One nice thing about living in a small town: I arrive to the ER at 3:30, see a doc at 3:50, have a prescription and am out the door by 4:25. Do the math, in and out of the ER in 55 minutes! I am taking an antibiotic and a special muscle relaxer for UTIs. They all warned me that my urine would turn bright orange from the meds. I believed them, I really did, but WOW! Think the color of dial liquid soap only brighter. (and may glow in the dark). That's about the right color.

Now before you all tell me how to avoid UTIs, I have been doing all of the following:
1) Taking cranberry pills
2) Drinking plenty of water
3) Using the bathroom before and after "material relations"

and I still got a UTI, so there is no magical formula.

So at about 6:30 this morning, my pain subsided enough for me to go to sleep. And yes, I asked the pharmacist if these particular meds interacted with oral birth control. They don't. Think God for small blessings.

The Wedding and Beyond

Sorry it has been so long since I last posted. All the wedding crazyness took over for a while there.

The rehearsal diner was very fun and I think most would agree. People getting up and saying nice things about you is always an ego booster. Then I go home and wonder if I am worthy of all those nice things people say. My grandfather fell in the parking lot after dinner and broke his hip. I didn't even know about it until later, but he was unable to attend the wedding.

Got married without any major problems. The only hitch was a slight trip in walking up to the alter. (Very steep stairs). Getting ready and seeing so many people that I love was a blast as was promising my life to the man I love.

We stayed at a very nice bed&breakfast and went to catch our plane for Vegas. Except we miscalculated how long it would take to get to the airport and return the rental car. We were 3 min late to check into our flight. The next one did not leave for 7 hours. So we called my parents, hung out with relatives and opened gifts, visited my grandfather in the hospital, and I took a nap. I was lying in bed trying to sleep and couldn't, so I called Jess and told her that on our first day of marriage we were hanging out at my parent's house, my husband was watching football with my dad, and I was trying to take a nap in my girlhood pink room.

Vegas (once we got there) was fun except that we both got sick the last few days. We flew into Montana last night and I spent the first night in our married home blowing my nose, coughing and generally keeping my new husband awake since he had to go to work this morning.

Overall though, I would say that married life is very good, now I just have to learn to drive in this ice!

Little girl, do you know where you live?

I went to spend some time with my grandparents the other day and had a nice time and dinner with them. But (there is always a but) do they think I am a complete idiot?

I am moving to Kalispell, Montana at the end of the month. I have been there twice, which entails having bought airline tickets to fly to Kalispell twice. I have mailed several packages to my vundeful fiance, which includes writing out Kalispell numerous times. I have driven around the town and seen such signs such as Kalispell Bank posted. I have poured over maps of Kalispell trying to figure out where various condos were located about town. Now given these aforementioned facts, would you assume that I know where I am moving? But, ladies and gentlemen of bloggerjury, you should never assume! NEVER!

After being quizzed about the correct spelling of Kalispell for about 10 min, I am asked if I am sure that it is Kalispell that I am moving to? Well, I am fairly confident in this fact. Oh, but our map says Kalistead and we thought maybe you were confused. So the map is brought forth, and I walk over to it, point to the town I will be living in and read: Kalispell.

"Wow, you just walked right up and knew where the town is."

"Well, I am moving there."

"What is the name of the town?"

"Kalispell"

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure"

"Well, what do you know, it does say Kalispell!"


What do you say after that? I just didn't say much else about that subject.

Where am I you ask?

Well, my public demands a new post from me so here it is. Here's looking at you, kid.

My family and I surveyed the freeways of LA (hey, they drive better there then in Dallas.) Warning: the following could be considered gross by many people, not for the faint of heart. On the Wednesday night of our trip, I took my sock off to see a huge red half circle spreading up my foot. I had picked up a case of athlete's foot and had been treating it. But 2 days before, I had an opening blister come up between two of my affected toes. I drained it, cleaned it with H2O2 and placed anti-bacterial stuff on it along with the anti-fungal cream I was already using. So when I saw the large amount of infection spreading up my foot, I was not happy. So I go to the doctor in urgent care in the ER and spend a couple of hours to be told that I have cellulitis. No, duh. That's why I came to the hospital.Warning is now finished.

So 10 days of anti-biotics are being taken. I am just glad that I will be off of them for a week before the wedding. We don't want any interference with the BC pills. No little Mullets running around yet! The best part was when I was waiting outside the hospital for my family to come pick me up after I was done. My old roommie, Amber, calls and asks what I am doing.

"Waiting at a hospital in Bakersfield, CA for my family to pick me up."

"Good, Lord, are you OK?"

I then explain my little situation, just sounds more drastic then it is.

In other news, I had a lingerie shower yesterday and it was so nice to hang out with some of my girlfriends and just have time to talk about whatever. I hope a relaxing time was had by all.