As the date of our wedding reception draws near, nearly everything is coming together. A tent has been rented, flowers ordered, tuxedoes reserved, tableware acquired, tables will be borrowed, etc. But my biggest concern isn’t with the arrangements. I worry that the groom won’t be in any condition to attend. The past few weeks have been rough on the guy. First it was his asthma acting up. Our little home nebulizer wasn’t doing the trick, so he headed to urgent care to take some hits off their industrial strength model. He was also prescribed Prednisone, a steroid I dread for two reasons: 1) it causes his appetite to spike such that he devours everything in sight and 2) he becomes a moody little beeyatch, much like I am when PMSing. And this house isn’t big enough for the two of us when that’s the case. Shortly after that ordeal, he fell off a ladder and on to his head…and it was back to urgent care, and on to the ER. He’s still sore from that incident, and a tidge cranky. But to exacerbate the problem, he’s developed a nasty cough…that prevents both of us from sleeping. I’d suspect his subconscious is getting the better of him, causing him to get cold feet and create these problems…except that the deed is already done (we eloped a couple of months ago). At least they say bad things come in threes, so hopefully a fresh onslaught (of our notorious bad luck) won’t hit until *after* the reception. Sigh.