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All my remedies helped immensely, and I only missed two days of workâmy day job and what I was now calling my soul-fulfilling job. And fortunately, Josh didn't catch the nasty germs, thank you very much to the preventive stuff I pushed on him despite his grumbling.
And soon enough, we were back at it, going full tilt on our podcast, hitting a groove with our "rapport" like never before. The comments we received cracked us up, some of our listeners getting really involved with our discussions.
At some point in the future, we planned on doing some live shows, but the studio charged a lot more money for those, so we decided to wait until we hopefully had more of an audience. It would be a blast to take live calls and do the show off the cuff.
But at least for now, we seemed to be growing a loyal following. Small but loyal. It was a start.
It seemed like we were on some kind of strange parallel with the Dodgers this season. They started to win more and more and actually had a shot at the playoffs. Josh said it was all because of us, keeping our superstitions alive. I laughed, but I went along because maybe he was kind of right. Just a little.
And my sweet Devon was uber busy planning our wedding, so I wasn't hearing from him every single day like before. But that was okay. From my married friends, I knew how time-consuming wedding planning could be and how it took over everything in your life.
I was actually pretty fortunate that I didn't have to lift a finger, I thought, as I stood in line near the pharmacy counter waiting for a refill on my birth control pills. All I had to do was show up and say I do, just as Devon had mentioned.
Well, I supposed I did have to buy a dress. And shoes. And jewelry. And figure out my hair and makeup. Oh, and deal with the whole bridesmaid thing. And pick their dresses too. And their shoes. Shit. That was kind of a lot still.
Standing there in the never-ending line, I felt my breath quicken. Oh, God, no. Not this panicky feeling again. Every time I thought about the wedding, it started. My heart, my lungs, my whole body didn't like thinking about it.
Fuck. What was my problem?
I leaned over, trying to catch my breath. Wasn't that what you were supposed to do when you were on the verge of hyperventilating?
No. Hell, no. That made it worse. Oh, God, don't make me have to get out of this line and come back.
"Hey. Are you okay?" a voice behind me said.
"Yeah," I said, breathless as I turned around to see who had asked.
And holy fucking shit! It was Matt Blaze, the biggest star on the Dodgers team!
My jaw dropped open, and I stared outright at the poor guy, all thoughts of my wedding panic gone only to be replaced by a huge shot of adrenaline buzzing through every single cell of my body.
"It's you!" I squealed like a total dumb-ass.
He chuckled, his eyes lighting up while he pulled his hat down lower on his face.
Oh, right. I had totally blown his cover. Well done, Jess.
"Sorry," I whispered, glancing around, hoping nobody had noticed.
And guess what? They didn't. Everyone was too damn busy on their phones, the blare of the store intercom drowning out the cheesy music pumping through the store.
Whew, thank God.
"No worries," he said kindly. "You okay, though? You seemed like you were having trouble breathing or something."
"Oh, that. Well, yeah. Just a little panic attack about my upcoming wedding. You know, normal stuff. Bride freaking out."
He laughed again, and I couldn't believe how nice he was acting to a complete stranger. "Ah," he said. "I remember those days. I was just a groom who didn't have to do anything, but it's still really scary."
"Right?" He got it! He totally got it.
"It'll pass. And then you'll be in married la-la land, and next thing you know, you'll be having kids, and that's when the real fun begins."
"Okay. You're not making me feel any better," I blurted out, clapping my hand over my mouth right after I said it.
Once again, his laughter rang out. "Sorry. I'm no help."
