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Try this phrase out on your wife: “Honey… I’m sorry but we have to go home”.  Now imagine saying this phrase to your wife who has been your bride for three whole days and your honeymoon to California, Tahiti, Moorea, and Bora Bora has just gone up in smoke… and the story begins.

The wedding and reception on March 17 was almost picture perfect and a truly “magical” experience. I had planned for us to fly to Pacific Grove, California and spend a few days driving down Route 1 to Santa Barbara where we would leave for an 8 day stay in Tahiti, Moorea, and Bora Bora, the most beautiful spot on earth (where else would I take the woman that I consider to be the most beautiful on earth). The first two days in Pacific Grove/Carmel were awesome and Kym gave the Seven Gables Inn (a spectacular B&B) a rating of 15 on a scale of 1-10. WhooHa, I thought.

Then the morning of the third day arrived, I got out of bed, and almost passed out from the pain in my back when I went to sit down. I wish I could brag about what caused the injury (and you can imagine the ribbing that Kym got for the next several weeks) but it was an over packed, carry-on bag that did me in. Since they weigh the checked baggage on international flights, but not the carry-ons, I tried to leave space in my checked bag in case Kym’s came in overweight and in doing so, made one of the biggest mistakes in my life. The pain was like a sword being shoved up my back with additional pain radiating down my left leg all the way to my ankle. I couldn’t sit for more than 30 seconds without getting nauseated and here I was facing a three hour drive to San Simeon, a two hour drive to Santa Barbara, and then an eight hour flight to Tahiti.

I frantically went to an acupuncturist who proceeded to set my leg on fire while trying to treat me. With little immediate relief and singed leg hair, I then went to a chiropractor who gave me enough temporary relief to be able to get on board two airplanes and stand all the way back from
California to Dallas, TX. I spent the next three weeks going to two back specialists, another chiropractor, a hypnotherapist, and Heidi – a lady in
Dallas who is only one of a handful of people in the US that performs Sugi (Korean acupressure) and acupuncture. Heidi had me playing tennis again in
three weeks after not being able to sit for longer than 30 seconds without nauseating levels of pain. It was also fortunate that I had taken out trip
insurance so that we were able to recover most of our money and plan our third attempt at a honeymoon in CA and Tahiti for early July.