…with Buttercup, I’ll share one particularly gruesome of my back pain episodes.
My sister’s wedding was planned right after my “final” finals at design school. It was to be in Midwest, in groom’s town, and we were in NY – and it was agreed that I am the one responsible for flowers for the whole wedding (temple decoration, huppa and all appropriate boutonnieres, corsages and bouquets) and reception (17 table centerpieces). The “floral material” was my responsibility, too – since what I wanted my baby sister to have was not available at the local flower market.That was my wedding present to her.
So, picture me: on one hand, madly sprinting over notes and textbooks every night before morning exam, on the other – trying to be efficient and competent at work (I was a full-time student AND worked 32hrs a week as a Resource Librarian for a major retail design outlet), on the third – fitting into the schedule demands of as-normal-as-possible family life (f.i., cooking regularly for 2 closest members of said family) and on the 4th, on top of everything else – planning the flower decoration and scouting flower market at appropriate hour (5am) and collecting containers, foam, wire, tape,and boxes after boxes of fresh flowers (that needed to be kept chilled…) A regular Hindu goddess.
And that is how, half-mad by all this swirl of activities, I got up in the morning of our departure, went over long “to do” list, then finally ready to leave, sit down and lean over to tie my shoelaces.
And I couldn’t straighten up.
It was like I suddenly lost muscles to do that, there was just no physical way I could go back to upright position as appropriate for human species. There was only pain warning me at every attempt to do that.
There was no time to go to the doctor. We had to be on the road in half-n-hr; my sister’s wedding was at stake.
So I was fed all and every pain pill that my husband could find in the drawers; half-carried (in that same “z” shape) into the car, and off we went.
Then it was crazy journey, arrival at midnight practically on pure will, processing of 4 boxes of flowers into buckets, short sleep and 7hr-work in the damp basement, churning vase after vase and finally, after a deliberate 2hr break and concentration, bridal bouquet of stephanotis, white roses, green hydrangea and nerines.
I have no idea how I pulled it off. I can only say: vodka helps. And adrenaline rush. I was even approached by potential clients – they wanted to hire me for their weddings, bar-mitzvahs and retirement parties!
On wedding photos I am the happiest one, smiling radiantly from every picture, probably joyful that “it is all over” – and more importantly, upright!
But then came the backlash.Oh, that road home…and years ever since…