So last week was New Year’s Eve and Bobby and I’s anniversary. When I picked that date for our wedding day I knew it was going to be two things … 1.) easy for him to remember and 2.) one hell of a kickass party. I succeeded on both fronts, the night was perfect and he has yet to miss an anniversary. One thing I didn’t take into account though was the anniversary letdown that comes with throwing a kickass wedding on the biggest party night of the year. New Year’s is one of those nights that you scramble around to find something halfway decent to do so you don’t feel like a complete lame-ass and the pressure is so stressful that you end up not wanting to do anything. Well I thought by having my wedding that night I was going to never have to deal with that shiz again… WRONG! I actually amplified the stress. You see, now instead of it just being one of those nights that you scramble around to find something halfway decent to do so you don’t feel like a complete lame-ass its also our EFFING anniversary, so staying in and sitting on the couch eating takeout isn’t exactly the most romantic idea. Yeah, reeeeeeeeeeaally screwed myself over on this one.
Our first anniversary was lovely, we went down to DC and stayed at the Willard in a huge suite. You know real swanky shit. Then last year we had a 1 1/2 month old so we laid-low and hung in with Em. It was great, no stress or pressure just a nice Anniversary at home with my family. Well that only works every few years so this year we knew we had to plan something. My parents agreed to babysit so we could go out and we tried desperately to find something that was worthy of both a New Year’s Eve and Anniversary celebration. That’s the tricky part, no one wants to be surrounded by 1,000 drunk 21 year olds in a bar on their Anniversary but that’s usually whats going on that night. So we opted for a private night out at the National Harbor. We booked a suite at the Gaylord and made reservations at McCormick & Schmick’s. All and all it sounded like a lovely night.
I went over to drop Em off at my parents around 2:00pm and as I was getting ready to leave my mom looked at me really strangely and said “Annie, you don’t look right! What’s going on with your eye?” I went and looked in the mirror and my right pupil was dilated to the point it was as large as my entire eye. I looked like Marilyn Manson. My mom started freaking out and made me promise to stop at the Optometrist on my way home, just to make sure it was ok. I ran in and told them I didn’t have an appointment but I was wondering if someone could look at my eye, the receptionist without looking at me said that they were all booked up. I told her I understood but I wasn’t sure what was going on with my eye. Just then she looked up at me and made a face like she had seen a ghost then gasped. That was reassuring. She literally RAN back to talk to the doctor and then he came out to look at me. He told me that it could be a number of things and some of which were “VERY SERIOUS” he told me I had to go straight to the ER now. Ummmmm…. what?! It’s my anniversary, this isn’t going to work.
As I was walking out the receptionist yelled that she wanted me to call and let her know how I was doing because she was “VERY CONCERENED!” Okay lady, you really need to chill before I shit my pants here. At this point I started running to my car, sobbing as I called Bobby. This is how the conversation went:
Bobby: “Hello”
Me: (screaming and crying) “MY PUPIL’S DIALATED AND THEY SAID I HAVE TO GO THE EMERGENCY ROOM AND THE RECEPTIONIST THINKS ITS LIKE A BRAIN TUMOR. I DONT WANNA DIE ON OUR ANNIVERSARY!”
Bobby: “Huh?”
Me: “WHY ARENT YOU LISTENING TO ME?”
Bobby: “You really need to calm down. What’s going on?”
Me: “I’M GOING TO THE ER. MY PUPIL IS DIALTED AND IT’S SERIOUS.”
Bobby: “I’ll come get you, don’t drive if your eye is messed up.”
Me: “Oh yeah, good point.”
So we go to the ER and they run a ton of tests… they literally have NO idea what is wrong with me. They keep saying things like “This is bizarre, I’ve never seen a pupil THIS dilated, and let me call an Ophthalmologist and see what they think.” I felt like I was one of those super weird patients from House. After 3 hours of CT scans and an IV they ruled out the serious stuff. Because I have a long history of migraines they are pretty sure it was an ocular migraine. I typically get a migraine every month or two so I was pretty confused by the fact that I had zero discomfort. Normally my migraines knock me out and hurt like hell but this didn’t hurt at all. They treated me with some migraine medications and discharged me.
At this point it was 7:00pm and while we were sitting in the ER, Bobby had called and cancelled our room and dinner reservations. I was really upset at the thought of him and EYE (see what I did there?) going home to sit on the couch so I started pouting. Bobby said he was gonna go pull the car up and when I got in he had called and gotten the last room at the Gaylord. It wasn’t the suite we had originally but it was a room and I was ecstatic. As we drove down the highway I called every restaurant at the National Harbor looking for open reservations. We finally found one. It wasn’t the fancy dinner we had originally planned but it was a reservation and it was good enough for me.
Bobby, me and my giant pupil ended up having an awesome night celebrating 3 fun, amazing, crazy, difficult, eventful, wonderful years of marriage. We rang in the new year and enjoyed our plan B. It may not have been perfect but EYE am certain we’ll never forget it. 😉
PS…
This is what was going down at Yaya and Poppa’s while we were out: