Monday I was to be at the Marriage Factory. I was looking forward to it. I love doing weddings. But it was not to be. Sunday evening and all through the night I was in A-Fib. The alarm went off and I thought I can do this. I can go in and do weddings. Wrong.
The doctors have called A-Fib a nuisance disease, it won't kill me, just mess up plans. And it did again. I got up with the alarm and felt a little lightheaded. I took a shower and totally ran out of energy. I barely had the energy to dry off, let alone dress and go marry couples. So I texted in sick.
I hate not showing up. I feel guilty because staff counts on me to take the load off them. I count on having an interesting day, meeting people, and performing ceremonies. I did not have an interesting day.
I stretched out in the recliner, read, and slept most of the day. I received a text from the Marriage Desk Clerk that they did 20 weddings yesterday. It was one of those magic numbers' days 7/7/14.
Damn I missed all the craziness.