Day 19 - Catch Me

"What are you still doing here," a coworker asked.

I sort of shoved myself against the door frame, rolled my eyes and sighed, "I've got work to do." Not that I mind having work to do. This question made me think, however, that perhaps I'm a true nine-to-fiver except in extreme cases. This was an extreme case. A project is coming off the rails right as its about to launch. "I just need to figure this one piece out and then I'm going to take some editing home," I said.

"You're not going home to The New Husband," another one asked.

"Him," I asked, while pursing my lips and rapidly expelling air, "He's been calling me like crazy trying to find out when I'll be home. He'll be fine." And with that, we switched gears so I could get the answers I needed and finish what I needed done.

When I got home, he was showing our wedding photos to an acquaintance in our building. "Oh hey, Sal," I said when I walked into the apartment, "What's going on?"

"Just looking at wedding photos," he said. "You're just getting home?"

"Yea," I said nonchalantly while putting my bag on the counter and scanning the house while quickly building into panic mode that someone was in my apartment when it wasn't completely spotless.

Eventually he headed home and while I was proofreading a document on the couch, squinting because let's face it, Ikea doesn't really sell rice paper lamps that can give off much light, The New Husband asked, "You hungry? I'll heat up some leftovers for you."

"Yea, that's would be great," I said, nary looking up from my work.

He heated up a plate of pasta and brought it to the coffee table in front of me. "Sorry," he said, "We ran out of the cheese you bring home from New York."

"I know," I said. I put the paperwork down. "Thanks so much, hon," I said, giving him a kiss. "I really appreciate it."

"Any time."

What do these interactions have in common? Well, for starters I realized that harking back to my Anger Management days, sarcasm is really a cover for anger. About something. Anything. And indifference, which is more of what I felt I might have been exhibiting in these interactions, is really damaging to relationships. Not exactly the best way to start off a marriage.

And then, the migraine kicked in. I had a migraine when I was about fourteen. I thought I was going to die. I'd never had another one until a few days ago, but I knew that the sensitivity to noise and light meant it was more than a mere stress headache. I ended up taking a Percocet I had left over from my surgery, which ended up being a bad idea. I'd forgotten that the stupid things dull the pain, but keep me awake all night. I'm a zombie. Bridezilla indeed.