How can I love to see new places but hate to travel? Travel day always leaves me drained and often with a fibromyalgia flare-up. The airline changes the time of the flight for whatever reason and the plane now leaves at 6 AM. In order to get through check-in and security lines, that requires a 4 AM wake-up, even though the hotel is only 5 minutes from the airport. No time for breakfast, of course, so you grab something less than nutritious at the airport. Otherwise, you can buy a snack box on the plane for $5 (value probably $2.50). The first leg of this trip was Bozeman, MT to Minneapolis, MN, about 2 hrs wedged into a seat built for 1907-sized people, not 2007. If you need to use the rest room, you have to disturb 2 other people. I try to sit near the front because with the disability, it is easier to not have to travel the whole length of the plane. But instead of using the forward lavatory, you have to use the one in the rear of the plane “to minimize traffic in the forward compartment.” They even have the rudeness put up a cord across the aisle at the end of “first class.”
This trip gave us a 3 hour lay-over in Minneapolis. That’s preferable in most ways to the 1/2 hour or less you get sometimes – at least there’s time for breakfast. But wandering around in the airport and sitting in chairs not meant for some with fibromyalgia (that means no support), can be as tiring as sitting on the plane. Then the hike to the next gate, which is usually at the other end of the airport from the gate where you arrived. Now another 2 plus hour flight to Hartford, CT. Aisle seat this time – it allows more “fidget room” but you have to watch out for those service carts clipping your elbows or feet. There are no blankets or pillows, so no lumbar support for a body that needs to be supported. Of course, the plane comes into the gate which is the farthest from the escalator to baggage. Wait for luggage, wait for parking lot shuttle, finally get to that comfortable, familiar car and still have a little over an hour’s drive and plenty of unpacking to do after that. Makes me tired just thinking about it. That’s why I wish the transporter as they have on Star Trek actually existed. None of that wasted time traveling – just get to where your meeting or vacation is and get is started. Alas, it hasn’t happened yet and probably not in my lifetime.
The one good thing about arriving in Hartford is getting a Dunkin Donuts iced coffee. Dunkin hasn’t made it to the west yet, so for 2 weeks I was deprived of that wonderful coffee. I drink decaf for health reasons and even those few places that had iced coffee in Montana did not have decaf iced coffee available. Dunkin iced coffee is great on the road – cold enough to keep you cool, no bubbles like soda to upset the tummy and no burned tongue! Can’t wait til they spread across the rest of the country! Can’t happen fast enough for me!
Of course, as we start to plan the next trip, all the aggravations and annoyances just kind of get “forgotten.” Not really, but anticipation and living in the present make even the worst problems pale. The next trip is to visit our Lakota friends, who currently live on the Pine Ridge Reservation but plan to move to Nebraska this summer.
We started out sponsoring one of the girls in this family through a large, international child relief program. More on that tomorrow. I’ve spent the better part of this day doing laundry, grocery shopping and downloading/editing the vacation photos (that latter is still not done!). I’m tired. Time for some sleep!!