And you may ask yourself,
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself,
Am I right?....Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself,
My god!....What have I done?
-Talking Heads
Panicking, Panicking....Panic, Panic, Panic. I am still in a shock but I've committed to going to a family gathering and it involves traveling on a plane. I don't usually have problems with planes, they get you to your destination fast and sometimes they give you yummy little packets of peanuts. My panic stems from never going more than 20 miles from my home ever since my disability. It hurts for me to stand for long but it also hurts for me to sit. Sitting actually makes me nauseas. So my plan is to dope myself up on lots of drugs and sleep through the whole experience. Unfortunately I need to be alert enough to continually notify airport and airline staff that I have LOTS of METAL spinal implants and that these will set off every metal detector. Also, that device strapped to my body with lots of wires and a little black box with flashing lights is NOT A BOMB it's my TENS unit! Panic, panic, panic. I am worried that if I'm too doped up that I won't show my medical card in time and might get pushed about or thrown up against a wall. With my physical problems that would be the end of my vacation.
Once I get to my destination I am not too worried. If I never make it out of the hotel I'll still be happy because I'm going there to see my family and they are all staying in the same hotel. I am a bit worried about the bed (will it be too hard? too soft?), pillows (I need extra for under my legs), access (elevator better be working!). Panic, panic, panic. But on the positive side this is the most excitement I've had in years!
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