So, I'm at the wedding today, chop-chop-chopping away at some vegetables. Chop-chop-ch.... Wait, this sounds familiar.... On the plus side, now I'll have matching scars on my pinky and thumb, same hand.

I just got home. I've been going full bore for 4 days (since Wednesday). Today I was supposed to rest. I was supposed to stop, sit back, and let everyone else handle getting the wedding together. Supposed to. Did I do that? NoooOOOooo.... I had to go try to tie some ribbon bows, or try to saute some chicken, or try to move things around. And every time I did, my thumb opened up just a little bit, leaking red stuff into my gauze bandage and sending some tingliness down my thumb. Why can't I just rest?

I find I'm learning about resting, but also about not always having to be helpful. This is the first time I've felt really unhelpful, and at the same time really helpless. I haven't felt this helpless since my back went out almost 3 years ago. It's hard to be unhelpful when I'm so often driven by a desire to serve. I also must say, even though I did about 20 minutes of hard labor today, spending the whole rest of the day managing is equally draining, especially after spending weeks planning and preparing for this weekend.

The wedding and reception went swimmingly. Major crises left and right, but at the same time grace and creativity to make the surface seem smooth. It was kind of like the old saying about how a duck glides effortlessly on top of the water, but it's feet are actually going a mile a minute underneath. It was a good learning experience.

By the way, my thumb is fine (for the most part). One of the bride's maids is a nurse, so she was able to come and wrap my thumb up really well. So well that it makes it look a lot worse than it really is. And since I had to keep it elevated (after being scolded by two nurses, my boss, and my girlfriend), it was hard to keep it hidden from the wedding guests. That, and somehow word traveled fast around the reception hall that I had nearly cut my thumb off. On the other hand (no pun intended?), I was able to interact a lot more with the guests and answer questions about the food and whatnot.

All in all, it was a good wedding. It was fun to really get to experience first hand (pun intended??) the behind-the-scenes of such a large operation. We probably served around 140 guests total. Yeah, wow. Time for bed.

Zzzzz....

¶ 2:12 AM