Seeing Through New Eyes

Tomorrow, I will be seeing through new eyes.  I'm getting Lasik surgery done, assuming that I pass the last test of candidacy tomorrow morning.

Without glasses, I cannot read anything smaller than the "E" on the eye chart.  And even it's a bit fuzzy.

To be honest, I'm nervous.  I have always been anxious around doctors, and my body reacts poorly.  I have vasovagal syncope, which means that I often faint in painful circumstances, such as getting a shot, slamming my finger in a car door, or banging my knee.

I also had a very bad experience at the dentist last year, which leaves me even more paranoid.  First, I fainted after the dentist gave me the numbing shots.  Then he and his assistant yelled at me for fainting.  The procedure itself was an even bigger nightmare.  My mouth was propped open for three hours, and I was fully awake while they yanked and hammered on my wisdom teeth.  I do believe Tom Hanks had a more pleasant experience knocking his tooth out with an ice skate when he was stuck on an island in Cast Away.

I literally thought my jaw was broken.  I was in intense pain for six months, had headaches and my teeth were incredibly sensitive to hot/cold temperatures.  When I returned to the dentist, they didn't have any recommendations for the pain.  So I proceeded to pick up my records, which they hesitated to give to me.  (Until I mentioned my HIPAA right to view my records).  The dentist called me the next day, yelling at me and saying that he didn't do anything wrong, and then he hung up on me.  Very unprofessional.

So here's hoping that tomorrow will be a much better experience. No one will be there to hold my hand, which reminds me of when I was 5 years old and my mom took me to the dentist.  She told me to put my animal-shaped erasers in my pocket, and squeeze them if I was scared or it hurt.  Of course, the erasers were demolished into tiny crumbs by the end of my appointment.  Maybe tomorrow I'll take something to squeeze that I don't mind if it gets ruined.  Or perhaps the valium will take care of all my concerns.

Keep me in your thoughts, and I'll see you on the other side :)

What's your method of staying calm when you're nervous?

Invitations

Our wedding is still 7 months away - but I started working on our invitations this weekend.  What can I say, I'm an early-achiever.

If you're curious how I made the invitations, here's a quick summary of the process.  First, I created the invitation wording template and printed it on white cardstock.  I cut them into 3.5"x5" sections.

Next, I took a piece of 8"x6" purple cardstock and measured 2" on each side and folded them to meet in the middle. 

Then I made a 1" slit along the fold in the middle of the cardstock, and threaded a purple ribbon thru.

Next, I glued the white cardstock invitation on top of the ribbon and folded the side flaps closed.  Finally, I tied a bow with the ribbon.

Simple and homemade!  So far, I've spent $0.13/ea for ribbon + $0.14/ea for envelopes = $0.27/ea.  I haven't printed the maps or rehearsal dinner invites yet, but I'm guessing there won't be any additional cost for those since I already have cardstock on hand.  If my prediction is correct, I'll have my invitations done and only spent $20!
(The postage will be additional, of course.)

I'm still working on the ceremony invitation / maps / rehearsal dinner invitation.  Everyone's welcome to attend the rehearsal dinner, so it seems pointless to mail it separately.

Are you a procrastinator, or do you prefer to early-achieve?

Doggie Ring Bearer

We've all seen the pictures of pets in weddings.

The question in my mind is - how does this work with energetic, hyper dogs?  Namely, our 3 year old Jack Russell Terrier whose favorite pasttime is greeting people.

We would absolutely love for Dozer to be a part of our wedding ceremony.  Wouldn't he be so adorable in a little doggie tuxedo?

If we were having an outdoor ceremony, I would be a little less worried.  However, we're having a private (family-only) ceremony in a small chapel.  The chapel has agreed to allow him in the building if we pay an additional deposit.

So now the question is - will we regret having him there?  Will he be whimpering to go run around and greet people?  The last thing we need is a distraction from the ceremony.

But we LOVE our dog.  He is a huge part of our lives.  We've had him since our second month of dating!  And we're the silly couple who brings their dog everywhere.  So why wouldn't we include him in our wedding?

Besides, I have this great poem I want to read at the ceremony, that would fit perfectly if Dozer was present.

Falling in love is like owning a dog

by Taylor Mali

First of all, it's a big responsibility,

especially in a city like New York.

So think long and hard before deciding on love.

On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:

when you're walking down the street late at night

and you have a leash on love

ain't no one going to mess with you.

Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.

Who knows what love could do in its own defense?

On cold winter nights, love is warm.

It lies between you and lives and breathes

and makes funny noises.

Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.

It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.

Love doesn't like being left alone for long.

But come home and love is always happy to see you.

It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,

but you can never be mad at love for long.

Is love good all the time? No! No!

Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.

Love makes messes.

Love leaves you little surprises here and there.

Love needs lots of cleaning up after.

Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.

Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper

and swat love on the nose,

not so much to cause pain,

just to let love know Don't you ever do that again!

Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.

Because love loves exercise.

It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.

It pulls you in several different directions at once,

or winds around and around you

until you're all wound up and can't move.

But love makes you meet people wherever you go.

People who have nothing in common but love

stop and talk to each other on the street.

Throw things away and love will bring them back,

again, and again, and again.

But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.

And in return, love loves you and never stops.

 

So, what's your opinion?  Have you been to a wedding with dogs involved?