I’ve had a lousy day so far. It began early with a trip to the airport to board a flight to Adelaide because my much-loved MIL passed away. However, more on that in another post. That is not the reason today is shite.
Earlier in the week I twisted my right knee. It strained the ligaments and caused a lot of fluid to build up. The doctor said to rest it for 7 – 10 days and keep it up! Yeah right!
So with this background, I left for the airport at 5 am this morning. I arrived with enough time to spare and was limping my way to the travelator when halfway up … it stopped! As the only passenger at this early hour I decided to drag my bags the rest of the way up. With about two steps to go, I felt a ping in the calf of my left leg! Then pain like I had not felt before. I could not walk.
After a pep talk phone call with BossBoy, I decided to continue on. I shuffled towards a lift that took me to the departure area. A member of the ground staff was calling for anyone traveling to Adelaide to indicate – which I did. I explained my problem and she said she would help me through. In a flash, my luggage was checked through and my boarding pass was thrust into my hand.
“Final boarding call for Adelaide” boomed over the PA. “Head to gate 30!”
Slowly, I shuffled towards the gate. About this time a ground staff member grabbed my hand luggage and told me to follow.
“Calling Amanda Weber, your flight is closing! Please go to Gate 30.”
I shuffled faster! The ground staff member ran ahead!! Keep going they called.
“Final call for Amanda Weber! You are the last passenger and your plane is ready to depart. “
As Gate 30 came into sight, I called out that I’m coming but I can’t walk! I was told that it wasn’t far to go now. Not far!! I had to hobble up and down two flights of stairs and then to the second back seat of the plane.
Everyone on that plane was staring at me and I began to cry with the pain and embarrassment. The flight staff rushed to my side and settled me into three spare seats. A bag of ice was fetched and applied to my calf and with it two paracetamol tablets.
On arrival at Adelaide, the flight staff attempted to find me a wheelchair – with no luck. So I shuffled my way to the baggage pick-up, to find everyone gone and my bag disappearing back down the chute. Eventually, it returned and I dragged my way out to the pick-up area. The cold hit me in the face and I realised that I had left my jacket back home in Queensland.
So now I am lying on the couch, snuggled in blankets, after a hot cup of tea and anti inflammatory tablets, with both my legs up!
That, my friends, is why it is a lousy day! That and the fact that it is Fathers Day and we have no Fathers or Grandfathers left on earth to celebrate.