Traveling again ….

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.

There I remained for the duration of a very bumpy flight.  It was only then that I realised that the flight had departed ten minutes early!!!!  Yes, we were leaving early!!!!

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.


Hi, I’m Mandy! Wandering my way through life using words. Family and friends. Connection and community. I care. I write. I share. I post every Monday, Wednesday and Friday and if you’d like receive updates via email please click HERE.

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