Dress & Heels

Okay guys, I totally forgot to tell you this. I think it’s hilarious.

Alright, here we go.

So, my husband and I go to this wedding, right?

Fanciest wedding I’ve ever been to. The ceremony was the most lavish thing that I’ve ever seen in my life. It was beautiful. I genuinely felt honored to be there.

So, here comes cocktail hour. I don’t drink so it’s no big deal anyway. Plus, I was on call at one of the hospitals that I float to.

I am literally just about to start taking cutesy pictures with my husband when they call me. I knew what I was getting into, but it still sucked. It took me hours to find this gorgeous dress. It’s a light green and I got matching satin shoes. The fit was immaculate, alright? I was kind of stunnin’, not gonna lie.

Anyways, it’s a genuine emergency. So, off I go, wobbling in my little heels. I get to my car and speed over there, as one does in these situations.

I realize that I am a colossal fucking dumbass.

I had just worked eight shifts in a row, plus another four hours on one of the two days that I had "off". My brain could not anticipate basic things, I guess. Plus, this hospital in particular doesn't take trauma. I was banking on not being called in, but that's on me. I know that.

Well, I did not pack my OR shoes with me. I did not pack a bra. I. Had. Nothing.

This dress was also a CORSET top and I could not get it off by myself. Plus, like, this is an emergency. I don’t exactly have time to figure it out. There was nobody in the locker room and no time to try.

So, it's sink or swim.

I throw on giant scrubs over my dress and three pairs of shoe covers over my heels. Everyone asks me why I look like a marshmallow. They chuckle when I tell them, but we've got to do this case. Kind of emergent.

So, yeah, I scrubbed the fuck in to a case in my dress and heels. I was scrubbing, so I had my gown and gloves and stuff on me. There was no way in hell for anything to get on my dress and heels.

The performing surgeon saw me "change" when I ripped all of my layers off. She said that my heels were "to die for". So nutty, haha.

Thank god I at least had deodorant and body spray with me because I was drenched in sweat. The dress also has very breathable fabric so you really couldn't tell that it was smashed into scrubs for an hour and a half.

Anyways, I go back to the wedding. My husband is proud of my hustle. The bride and groom are also in surgery so they get an absolute kick out of it.

There were several surgeons there as well, so it really was quite the sensational story. I'm a big dancer anyway, so I was destined to be drenched in sweat, regardless of the... Etiology.

So, yeah, that's the story about how I scrubbed in with my dress and heels on because I am a colossal dumbass.

It's becoming my favorite story, haha.

I hope that you dig it too.

I am going through a lot, but that's something positive and funny that happened recently.

See you later :)