So this past week I've been living out of a suitcase. Blah. I recently talked about how I'm unlucky, but can laugh at myself- this has manifest itself in my travels last week.Here's a run down of my trip:
Monday: Car service- almost got sick... yeah I've been nauseous before, but I've never prayed to not throw up in a car like I did.
My flight- was late so I ran to my gate as the stairs were rolling away from the plane... the nice ticket agent made them let me on though!
My Rental- small airport I had a journey just to find the car, then upon exiting they put the "airport exit right" AFTER the right I'm suppose to take... once I realize my error and turned around I realized I was in a restricted section of the airport. That was a bit too easy if you ask me.
Food- in general food was my enemy in Wisconsin. We went to this nice restaurant I could eat NOTHING but the side salad. Yay! I opted for the will only make me a little sick cheese tortellini.
Tuesday: Zero sleep- that sums up Tuesday... that and Pizza for dinner.
Wednesday: No sleep again... yay for trying to adjust to the time change. Oh and it's raining... no wait pouring- which is the only weather condition I can't stand. Tornado warning for the state too... yeah ever since I saw Twister/had to drive through one I don't like tornadoes either... but I'd take that over rain. I also gave up on trying to find food I could eat and feasted on buffalo chicken fingers and potato skins... yum! I did manage to get a lot of sleep that night too- yay!
Thursday: upon waking immediately regretted my chicken fingers decision. BUT I was leaving! Yay! Had Thai food for lunch that I could eat, left work early... shaping out to be a good day right? BAM! Sat at the gate on the plane for an hour (there goes dinner) because Delta didn't realize earlier that a minor with bad paperwork was on the plane. (Note to self: write that letter to Delta) Realize I have about 30 minutes from landing till my next plane takes off. so really that means like 10 minutes to get between gates. Lucky for me my seatmate was super nice and helped me out by sending me down the airport to the skywalk, but to illustrate the ground I have to cover here's a map.
My plane landed at C8 (which was closer to D then B) then I had to
get to G14. I sprinted to the overpass between B and C then ran across 8 moving walkways to get to my gate right as they were loading my section. Yay! I wanted to die.
So then I get home and re-pack, hop into Chad's car around midnight and drive to Provo (for a 3 hour stop then up to Idaho). Which really wasn't bad, just long and somewhat warm.
The rest of the week consisted of a lot of Chad time and not a lot of sleep. Oh and more food I can't eat... sometimes my life/ illness really bugs me... traveling would be the catalyst of making me hate it. I hate that I can't just eat and I have to wonder if what I'm about to eat will make me sick and how sick. The thing that highlights this best is the salad I got.
We went to a Mexican restaurant for dinner one night. Usually I can find something to enjoy there, but everything was meat and cheese FILLED so all I could order was the "Green Salad". That was the total description I got... and here's a picture of it... yeah that's pickles, mushroom and pickeled carrots on a few pieces of lettuce. (P.S. have I complained enough about my new dietary restrictions? If not, stay tuned, I plan on making it my next post).Anyway... the best part of the trip was when we were 20 miles away from St. George and it was 109 degrees outside and traffic stopped for like 2 hours because of an accident. I feel like I can't complain because I had great company and I wasn't in the accident... but have you sat in a car for 2 hours in 109 degree weather? It's not something I want to repeat... but it did make the Sonic drinks after taste like manna from heaven.
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