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Part 3 - "A Dream is a Wish Your Butt Makes"
I've always wanted to see non-guest areas of the ship, and at that point, I got my wish. Although, all I could see was the ceiling, which was unfinished, with numerous pipes running overhead. A few twists and turns later and we were finally in a large medical room, and they unstrapped me and transferred me onto the bed.
I was very scared, in much pain, and soaked from the rainwater and spilled sodas that permeated my new swimsuit and cover-up. Once I told them that it was only my lower back and bottom that hurt, the rolled me onto my side to inspect my back by applying pressure. The doctor was confident that I didn't sustain any grave injury to my spine, and that treatment and full diagnosis could wait until I could get home to my doctor. They inserted an IV catheter into my hand and gave me 60 mgs of some kind of pain reliever and gave me two Tylenol 3 with codeine. The ship's director of guest services (I'll refer to him as the DGS from this point forward) was unable to locate Ken via a shipwide page (apparently that announcement didn't interrupt the movie theater). So, I gave him a description, and off he went to track down my new husband to deliver the "in sickness" part of the classic wedding vow........
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