Okay, I'm cheatting just a little bit and combining Sunday and Monday, but it's my blog, so I make the rules. In this case, I just feel like getting this all written down so I can actually have the whole trip written down. I normally get way behind when I travel. I don't want to not write about theverything on this trip. This time, I'm actually going to finish!
If you'll remember, Saturday night I slept on a very uncomfortable sofa bed. Julio didn't even stay with me. I woke up thinking not-very-kind thoughts about pain levels and feeling like I'd been tackled by a football player. The bed was not condusive to a restful experience.
We grabbed breakfast in the hotel rrestaurant/buffet thing. I'm not even sure that it was a restaurant, because they had a continental breakfast and hat was it. It was actually very good, and I eally ate a lot.
After breakfast we had to get all packed up. That wasn't too bad since we'd only been in that room one night. We got into the rental car and made the short drive to the airport. Dad took Julio to return the rental car and Mom and I found a place to sit in the terminal. When we checked in, they offered me bulkhead, but since it was in the aisle and I didn't know if it'd actually give me more room, I decided to stick with a window seat. I really did not want a repeat of Tuesday's flight.
Dad found me someone with a wheelchair and we headed off. Security is actually not too awful and the pins in my foot didn't set the wand alarm off when I was checked over. That was surprising, but nice. I had a doctor's note if that had happened.
We had lunch at Wendy's, well at the gate, but the food was from Wendy's. I was still dealing with some nausea, so had to take the Zofran again. I was also in a lot of pain, so I took two pain pills. That ended up making the flight a lot more barable.
The flight wasn't bad. I kept drifting in and out, so I don't remember a lot of it, but at least I was able to stay comfortable. Having a method to healthily deal with excess pain makes trips better. I'm thinking back to CSUN and remembering how I felt alone trying to deal with the pain. I was being stupid about it and didn't call the pain clinic. At least now we're all pretty much on the same page as far as pain is concerned. Having medication I can take on an as-needed basis makes all of the difference. Sometimes knowing that I have that fail safe is what I need to let me calm down and deal with the pain and zI don't need the medication. Anyway... Having the medication made the flight much more comfortable.
I'm not sure if any of this makes sense, but I'm going to try to make write an entry explaining some of what I'm doing to manage my pain better. When we got off the plane, we had to try to find an electric cart. We did, and Dad took Julio and I rode. Dad told the driver of the cart to take me to the Starbucks near the baggage area. He took me to the elevator, then I had to walk along almost the whole area to get to the Starbucks. A nice woman confirmed that I was headed the right way and her husband walked with me. Later, he saw Dad on his way, and recognized Julio. While Dad got me a latte, I realized that I recognized the music they had piped in. It was the third movement of Spring from "The Four Seasons".
Yesterday was mostly restful. We had a chiropractor appointment early and grabbed coffee and muffins from Kodiak. The rest of the day was pretty restful, but I did go to prayer last night.
That's it. I'm pretty much caught up.