Have Valium, Will Travel

stream of consciousness writing:

Okay, so here it is – July is my regular time to travel and play. Normally I would have just gotten out of work for the summer, T is with his dad and why not? I lived my wanderlust for 15 years. Now, I visit with it in the summertime. For the past two years, Honey has joined me on the annual OCF pilgrimage. As an aside, that, my friends, is love. He would have been considerably more comfortable at home than camping at Zumwalt. (this is one of the ways he shields me from the realities of Blob – he does way more than he should…)

When  we were coming back to TX from the mighty, mighty Pacific North-West, we were supposed to fly out at the ungodly hour of 5:50am. (Sometimes there’s a reason something’s on sale, apparently). So Honey insisted we get up at 3:30 – just to make sure we are there with at least an hour and 15 to spare (if we are not at least that early, we are technically late according to Honey’s body clock).

Well, I screwed up.

Surprised?

I had us dropped of at United rather than USAir. I tried to check us in at the airline computer and failed miserably. Couldn’t get the machine to do a thing I wanted it to and ended up having to wait in the line from hell to get to a ticket agent. Finally got there, and he couldn’t find our flight information either.

As you can imagine, I’m sure, my anxiety level was kinda getting up there. I was not necessarily at my most calm right then…

Then the heaven’s opened, God smiled and we were found within the inter-world of airlines scheduled with a different airline.  When we arrived at USAir, the agent standing at the end of the queue asked if we were going to Houston. I thought she was very clever and said, “Why yes we are, thank you” and stepped into the line she indicated after she confirmed that we had plenty of time.

Alright, so here we are, in line at the ticket area. Long line. Our lovely cushion of time that Honey built into our airport experience is running out. He is getting agitated – which really doesn’t help me in this situation at all.

Finally, we get to the head of the line and there is an agent who has just come in and is opening his register (do people do that anymore?) and logging on right in time for us to end up at his spot. (yay) I handed him my ID and debit card and was informed that when I was asked about Houston being our destination earlier, it was for a direct flight that was running late – not the three puddle jumpers that’d take 13 hours to get us home on which I have us scheduled. Oh – and they couldn’t find the reservations for the last leg of our trip from Austin to Houston on their system – and while that’s only a three hour drive, we couldn’t drive it cuz the car was at the Houston airport!

Now it is 5:37 and we have not even gotten remotely close to security – all was not well in my world. I was having a major travel crisis moment. I got kinda verklempt and was all out of sorts and was feeling like I had been drug through mud and not wrung out all that well, and, and, and, and…. (can you see where this is heading?)

So, the very nice ticket guy kindly leaned over and did the “there, there” thing, patted my hand and he told me that everything would be ok, and they would get us home, i just needed to relax and calm down…. I’m telling you, when he suggested I calm down, I readily agreed, saying, “You are so right. Oh wait, I have valium in my purse – just hold on for a second, I’ll get it. This is gonna be okay….”

We were booked on that direct flight really very quickly after that. And I didn’t even need to pull out the cancer card…. Go figure…

Off The Grid

Honey and I are on vacay in Portland.

Just spent 4 days and 3 nights “camping” at Zumwalt while we attended Oregon Country Fair.

Forgot my phone at home (again). Am using Honey’s for emergencies like locating friends in the fair…

Honey seems to be holding up okay. He stayed at the camp grounds on Fri and Sat – but joined us on Sunday. We used him to get alter-abled access parking and shortly after we parked, he was taken to the front of the fair by a bike-taxi.

This is all good.

We got Honey a wheel chair because his femurs have been hurting (he expects this is a result of the carboplatin) and we were ready to rock-n-roll. Silly me. One does not “rock-n-roll” while pushing a wheel chair over unevenly compressed dirt paths.

So, we were there just long enough and went just deep enough into the fair for Honey to see The Dress he wanted to get me. I did the try on thing, it looked great, we purchased it, put Honey back into the wheel chair and headed for the exit.

Honey was concerned. This morning he asked if I had had a good fair. I had to tell him that they are all good, and they all have a different dynamic. Would I have preferred it if he came to the fair with me every day? Yes. Would I have preferred to go with my husband to the fire pit and dance to the drums over staying and hanging out at our camp? Sure. Would I choose to do either of those things on my own rather than spend time with him? Not a chance.

We are all okay. Existing under the radar for a few days.

Here is the latest update on Blob: Honey had chemo (both avastin and carboplatin) the day before we flew out to Portland. Luckily they also gave him a drip of something that controlled his nausea for about 5 days. Unfortunately, it has worn off. This does not bode well for our flight home, but I am pretty sure we will survive. We may even live to laugh about it.