I am not looking forward to today’s five-and-a-half-hour drive to Michigan after work. We are attending my cousin’s wedding this Saturday at the hunt club, where we typically have our family reunions. My cousin and her partner have been together for as long as I can remember, and I am happy to be a part of their celebration. (Getting there is another story.)

When we reached Michigan, it would be well past eleven, and my mom invited some of our family over to play games and have pizza. I think everyone will have left by the time we arrive, which is okay because the drive is tiring.

We are supposed to have brunch with my family on Saturday, and I look forward to seeing my uncle and his kids. Overall, catching up with my family will be a great weekend.

I have a plan for my gallbladder. I am keeping a food log with everything I eat and my reaction to it. I spoke to my aunt about her history of getting her gallbladder out, and I am listening to her advice. If it gets to the point where I am in too much pain, I will be heading to the ER and telling them I do not have a regular doctor. (Not yet, anyway).

It’s better than nothing, I suppose, but I wish I had been an adult sooner rather than now. Better late than never.

At least I can dance away my troubles at my cousin’s wedding. My mom picked me up a black silk dress; I cannot wait to put it on do my makeup, and just have fun. (More importantly, I get to continue my coworker’s baby blanket – IT IS SO FUCKING CUTE) #TeamBoy