Great little vacation capped by a bizarre flight home and the next 20 hours or so spent in the Twilight Zone.
The hotel let us extend our check-out time; we paid for it, not like they did it out of the kindness of their corporate hearts, but it was a help. sparky77
hung out with us for a few hours until their plane left in the afternoon, so it was like a little dorm party for a while. I love them all, so it was great to spend the time with them.
I have no idea how this is reading. We are travel-dazed like nobody's buisiness. The flight left Tuesday night at 11:35PM Vegas time and pulled in to Toronto this morning at 6:30 local time. We didn't get a lot of sleep since, oh, Monday night. Very weird day. The flight was booked full, and the plane was little. There were loads of babies. I got hit on the head a couple of times (aisle seat), once by a steward who really clocked me. He apologzied, and I wasn't mad because the plane had no spare room at all, but still . . . ow. I also got conked by passing luggage and narrowly missed having a fallen suitcase hit me when it tipped out of the overhead compartment. Nice save by one of the other passengers. Turbulence was fun, too.
Finally pulled into Toronto, and we were the last ones off the plane because I simply could not deal with the jostling for position that takes place with deboarding. Finally off the plane and through customs, then had to wait for at least an hour for transport home. Well, Dar went home; the driver dropped me off at the hospital for my EEG which went quickly and painlessly. Then I had to hang around fo4r 45 minutes until Mark could give me a ride home. Very cold, very tired, very achey and tippy.
Dar was down for the count by the time I got home. Flying does terrible things to her shunt, so her body just shut down until everything stabilized. Which I believe it was starting to as of a little while ago. Made my apologies to the inside cats, went out and fed and played with the outside cats. Took care of the alpacas, who were happy to see me. That always is a relief to me; I'm out there so infreuently now that I worry they'll start treating me like a stranger.
The big news for me was a phone call from a nurse at the rheumatology and osteology department at St. Mary's Hospital in Kitchener. She'd called a couple times during the time I was in Vegas, and after Mark had passed along the message I actually did try to call her from our hotel room, but I got her voicemail. Anyway we connected today, and I think this could be a positive step. she took a history over the phone, and she asked a lot of good questions and even more importantly she gave me some informed and supportive responses. Apparently Dr. Hanna was inspired enough after my last visit to put me on the rolls in that department. I'll have a cookie swallow coming up soon. (It's a test for my difficulty in swallowing, in case that wasn't obvious.) She said that it normally takes months to get one scheduled, but occasionally a doctor will have a patient who needs more serious follow-up, and that's me. Well, whaddy know, Dr. Hanna :) He came through. So I pretty much have to hang by the phone to follow up when the appointment comes through: it could be with one week's notice, it could be with one day's notice.
I have an appointment with a neurologist in just a few hours: 9AM. I should get back to sleep. I've been mostly asleep since about 8PM; I woke up because my gall bladder is getting irksome, so I'm hoping I can tame it enough to get back to sleep again. This is so weird. I haven't done any long distance traveling in many years, and I'd forgotten how easily one loses a sense of being centered in time and place. Everything is kind of floaty still, but I'm hoping that tomorrow will put us all back on track. How cliched is this paragraphy anyway?
Oh, I lost the cord that connects my camera to my laptop for downloading pictures. I'll have to pick up a replacement while I'm out tomorrow. Damn. I think it happened on the plane while I was trying to get my headphones out of a zippered compartment in my luggage. I know I didn't leave them in the hotel room; I'm scrupulous about going over everything. Sigh. It was all so rushed and crowded on board the plane, and I was exhausted, I guess I never noticed it fall out. Damn.
Time to sleep again.
Oh, I had my Swiss Army knife confiscated in Vegas at the airport. When I was getting ready to go through security in Toronto last Saturday it suddenly occurred to me that I might have my little knife on me, so I quickly searched around my purse. Nothing. Went through security without a hassle, so I figured that I must have taken it out at some point back home and just forgotten about it. But going through in Vegas, I get pulled over and told that they're going to go through my purse to track down my "corkscrew." Tuh-duh. So I explained to the young lady what I thought had happened, and she laughed because she couldn't find it, either, even though it showed up on the scan. Finally after just about turning the purse inside out she found it; she said I could mail it to myself, but honestly by that point I was so tired and achey that I just told her to add it to the stash of contraband she had going there at her station. Bye, silly little knife. I had you for close to 30 years, and I lose you as a victim to the War on Terror. Not a bad way to go, little knife. Not a gad way at all.
Gall bladder is not going away. I'm off to see what I can do about killing it. Wish me luck, please