Vacation is supposed to start tomorrow. It’s been planned for nearly a year! Fly from Hartford to Minneapolis, then to Bozeman, Montana. Two weeks of National Parks, family history (they were pioneers in the Bitterroot Valley) and peace. My dear husband works hard to make sure that vacations and traveling don’t cause the fibromyalgia to flare up.
Unfortunately, the airline this time around is not quite as considerate. Northwest called this morning to advise that the flight we were booked on, non-stop Hartford to Minneapolis, has been cancelled and they have put us on a different flight. 36 hours before we (and a plane full of other people) were due to leave. Now we’re leaving 2 hours earlier (sleep isn’t important), making an additional stop in Detroit, then on to Minneapolis, then on to Bozeman. But they can’t give us seat assignments on the Detroit to Minneapolis leg until we check in for the first leg of the flight in Hartford. That means this disabled gal can’t be sure she will be able to get a suitable seat until she already on her way. What’s wrong with that picture?
To be honest, I don’t understand how this is any way to run a business. Maybe they know they have you over a barrel (it’s a long walk to Bozeman from Hartford), so they figure you’ll take what they give you whether you like it or not. I hope they don’t expect me to smile and be grateful all day, because I can tell them now, it ain’t gonna happen. Travel is tiring and stressful to a body with fibromyalgia. And I will take it out on all those poor employees who had no hand in the decisions and if they dare comment on my attitude, I’ll tell them to take it up with management – Northwest’s management.
If this vacation wasn’t so very necessary to our sanity, I’d have told the company what they could do with their extra leg … but we really need this one. Ever had a vacation like that? You know, some vacations you look forward to, but others you need. This one’s a need. If it weren’t for fibromyalgia, I might even move out to Montana or Wyoming. Buy lots of land and park a house right in the middle of it with only one way in. No neighbors for miles. Much less noise. More stars. Probably not as many stars as you can see on a clear night in Arches National Park, but definitely more than the East Coast. Much less light pollution. No neighbors for miles … oh, I said that already.
You might think that I’m anti-social based on that dream. I guess in some ways I am. I’m actually also pretty gregarious. But I like people in small doses. Small parties can be fun for a while, big shindigs leave me cold. Family gatherings can be pleasant but I balk when they become frequent, command performances. I hate it when someone tells me I should love something – person, place or family member.
Darn!!! I just can’t seem to be upbeat and witty today. If you read this, send a complaint to Northwest. Let them know they took the joy out of your day. Personally, I have to go wash the dishes (yes, I’m the only dishwasher in this house). Witty or not, I know I’d feel worse if they were still there when I get home from this vacation!