We are waiting to board the plane and my son (12) asks if we are sitting together. We fly Southwest where there are no assigned seats. So I told him I didn't know for sure and asked him why. He said he didn't want to sit next to me. I asked why and he said, "because you take up all of your seat and half of mine". OUCH. Ok, I really do NOT take up half of his...but I do like to lift up the armrest between us so I'm not painfully squished and then I probably take up an inch or so of his space.
But the plane was full and I had to sit in a row with two strangers. No lifting of the arm. Uncomfortably squished. Leaning away from the guy in the middle as much as possible so I wasn't in his space (especially after son's comment). By the time I got off the plane my back was killing me.
Then we drive to the motel...and find out they assigned us a 2nd floor room. This is an old motel so it meant stairs. And steep stairs. I had to take the steps one at a time and felt like an old lady with my painful knees. By the second night I couldn't sleep because my knees and hips were hurting so bad. Even enough Bengay to make the room smell like a geriatric ward didn't ease the pain. So I stayed up all night and finally passed out the next day...and slept through the whole days activities.
Then we visited an old friend whom I hadn't seen in over 20 years. We all took a tour of a WWII submarine. I almost didn't go down at all because I was afraid I wouldn't fit. I've been on an aircraft carrier as a child and remember how tight it was. My friend assured me I would be fine and I wanted pics of my kids so I went. There were a couple tight areas...and lifting my legs high enough to get through the "doors" was a chore. I opted not to go into the tightest areas but was able to do most of the sub and get some good pics of my boys. Am happy I went.
The trip home was better as we all were able to sit together. Lifted the armrest and used sons tray table for my drink.
All through the trip I kept telling myself that this will be the LAST time I will EVER travel and be this uncomfortable. I don't care how scared I may be in regards to surgery...the way I'm living right now isn't quality of life. I can't just go on a simple trip (let alone an adventure trip) without pain and discomfort. These are the reasons I need to do this surgery. I wish I didn't need to. I still sometimes think, "maybe I should just do Weight Watchers again" - but then I remind myself if I COULD have done it in the past I WOULD have done it in the past. It didn't work for me. Even if I could lose the weight...I couldn't maintain the weight and every time I ended up heavier and heavier.
Less than 2 weeks still I start my pre-op diet. I am trying to squeeze in all those happy hour and dinner's with friends that I can. Won't be able to do them again for awhile. Eventually I will be able to...just much less food. Stay tuned for more updates!
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