Post by Lynn on Nov 26, 2012 11:46:09 GMT -5
Hi all
Been fallowing post for a couple days. I am back from AZ by the skin of my teeth. Only almost caused a national incident when innocently going about my business. lol.
Here is the go story. Packed and have to have my step son drive me to the airport. Long drive and he may not find his way back home because he is dyslexic and has not driven that far without fallowing someone and his co-pilot is my daughter in-law who gets lost and always goes the wrong way before going the right way. We get in van and it is dead. We jump van and decide we will risk it and drive off into the early evening clouded day.
hour and half later airport and holly molly parking fees went from 5 dollars in five years to 30 bucks and hour or 20 bucks for all day but you have to park so far away that you better bring water and a compass. Being disabled we have to revise on the spur of the moment and I opt for being thrown out of the van with cane, purse, and two rolling luggage. Kiss kiss, Goodbye.
No curb check in and hardly any people flying. Go in a very few people in line at check in. I ask for a wheel chair and check in luggage. I get taken into a glass elevator which gave me vertigo instead of claustrophobia and then to a tram which gave me more intense vertigo. I obey all vertigo rules of raise one knee, blink more often and take a slow deep breath. Now to the line to check in purse, cane, shoes, and the line is long. I would had been there two days if my helper had not wheeled me right up to the front shoved her way past. Embarrassed the el out of me. I was polite and apologetic she just zipped and shoved as if she owned everyone while pushing me into the front.
I get a body scan and then I get my few items and then wheel to the gate and am set right next to the open tunnel and little podium type table. Oh my wheeler helped me get a coffee before we hit the gate. Almost an hour later I have to go pee. I learn how to wheel myself to the bathroom. Wheel myself back to spot at gate. Finally get to board and first with a few other handicappers. I have always been a nervous flyer, but in my old age now am scared little bunny rabbit. I can grab a snake off the ground, play with spiders, but fight panic at the thought of falling out of the sky, but love to look when up there. So beautiful and deadly and I get these deep urges to jump. That is just as scary as fearing that the plane will fall out of the sky.
Plane takes off and I love take offs and landings, but for some reason the fear of falling out of the sky takes over and I grit my teeth, close my eyes, and tears start seeping down my face. Two nice lady's who worry over me look back on me. Two lady's beside me and one praying I think for me and three minutes later I feel nearly normal. Smooth flight and even though I chose a inside isle seat I peek out the distant windows. It was raining when we took off and then I got to my destination. It is night time now and I am wheeled to baggage claim and my big stronger wheeler helps collects my bags and then I call on cell phone my cousin and mom who are in a holding area called cell phone waiting. I roll my bags and feel I really need more arms to hull a purse, a cane and two bags. I get out to curb and in seconds my folks are picking me up. Kiss, kiss, hug, hug, Hello. Did you pay a tip to your wheel chair guide? What? I do not even have any money on me. How embarrassing those people who were so helpful must think I am a jerk.
Unpacking my bag I find the older purple one has been damaged. All the hard plastic lining has exploded into powder and pieces. I have the best visit ever for a whole week. After living like a recluse in a cave and the dry climate is making the Morg symptoms so low. My mom has a bathroom heat lamp in the ceiling that is infra red and it felt good. My body was craving it. I would turn that on instead of the light just to go pee so I could be washed in the red heat. My moms furniture is all hard and I had two nights of no sleep trying to figure out how to sleep with the least amount of crippling up. So I had to do 2 hours in beds. 1 hour in lazy boy chair and 2 hours in bed and then call it quits. Mom had me do stretch exercise on her bed and a Tem's unit to zap out the painful areas. Almost had to save her from two semi aggressive pit pulls that were bigger then both of us. The Stafford-shire Pits (German bred) very big dogs, beautiful but they looked and acted like the neighborhood bully's and mom and I are both under 5 feet. I use to be the shortest until age shrank my mom and made me taller. Mom was getting stuff out of the trunk when these dogs run up to her and surprised her. The leader punched her arm with his nose. I quickly maneuver behind the two pits and could see that my mom yelling at them to go home was making them react more aggressive. I told her to calm down and ignore them or talk to them in a calmer voice. They backed off as soon as I talked because now they had human in front and behind. They backed off and raced off to their next victim. Could not get my mom to call the police because the pound and police will not respond until the next day over animal incidents. You have to be dead or bleeding to get them to respond.
One week later go home. Everyone else is crying, but I have been through so much that not one tear escapes my eye. Why can I not feel like crying when leaving. What the el is wrong with me. Okay older sis is my drop off person with her husband. We do the same routine. Curb, bags, kiss, kiss, hug, hug, goodbye.
Curb side check in and wheel chair I ask about tipping. The guy says when I get my guide that they all get low wages so they will give good service because they depend on tips. Okay I have cash on me this time. I am ready. I get parked by the tunnel at the gate next to the podium. There is very little room for folks to get past me de-boarding their flight. The people sitting in seats facing me are too close and we are all going to get beat up by carry on luggage passing by. I wheel backwards to the open area and right there beside my gate is a coffee shop. I have allergy pill in my purse to help calm me down make me sleepy but am so afraid of medicine I chicken out of taking it. The guy who sold me coffee wheels me next to my group so I am sitting furthest from the tunnel. When first at the gate the people in the chairs said they were flying to New Orleans so I was there almost 2 hours early and knew I would be the next flight. A lady next to these other flyers was going to CA like me. I drink half a horrible cup of coffee. De-cafe and too strong even though I had them really water it down. I put it in garbage and there is so much noise I only catch words here and there and they board wheel chair people near the gate. I turn to the folks at the back of the crowd to make sure even though I see the two lady's up front who are going to New Orleans. Also while I had sat near the gates tunnel a airport employee came out and asked us where we were all going. She told the New Orleans Folks their plane was running late and she told me my flight would be next after theirs which I already knew. So the folks at the back say they are going to New Orleans and they get ready to go into line at my gate. I know I have more time to kill and right next door to the coffee shop is a taco shop with beer.
I go in there an get me a short Kilt Lifter. The music is loud and drowns out any intercom announcements and I sip on the beer for 20 min. I roll myself back out thinking a half a sandwich would be nice to help dull the beer on an empty stomach. I hear now the intercom which I could not hear before repeating my name nervously over and over as if it is an emergency. I race my wheel chair to my gate and there is a man there and I say I am the person being paged and ask whats wrong. I am thinking something bad happen to one of my folks and the airport is notifying me. The gate seats are empty and I am told they have been looking for me for 20 min. My flight is trying to leave. So embarrassing. I get rolled into the tunnel and then with cane and beer on my breath and being short my breath is close to all those who are sitting. I try not to breath as I have to walk all the way to nearly the very back to find a seat. No one was happy. I made the flights take off 30 minutes late.
All those people sitting in the gate area. Most of them were for Sacramento. I had no idea and the airport employee and the folks I talked to had said differently but when they went to board they were turned around at the gate tunnel and sent to another gate to wait for their very late flight. I sit near a germ a phoebe. The couple was very young with a little baby and the husband was apologetic for his wife's constant cleaning things with wipes. She felt better after I told her I use all natural ingredients and bath twice a day. I sucked on a cough drop to kill the smell of beer and got a bad stomach ache. Did not cry during take off and felt much calmer through the flight. Did some praying as before, but all went really well until I had to go to the bathroom.
Okay I wait till I see a moment of less people to go to the bathroom. I get to the little door and wonder if I can fit through it, because I am a heavy girl (205lbs) Well I can not find out how to open it and one of the stewards barks at me. They are all still mad that I made the flight late but the pilot said it was a brand new plane and he was flying the hell out of it very fast.
I get into bathroom and do my pee session and clean hands toilet seat and now need to leave bathroom. No door handle and I can not figure out where to push to make the door spring open. I am claustrophobic, the light in there is like a night light and I start pushing and pulling on everything near that door. The room is like a broom closet and I hit a button and a light comes on on a symbol of a steward and oh no I did not mean to call one of them they are all mad at me. I manage to escape before a steward comes to my rescue. I get back to my seat and feel like I might have a heart attack. Part of me would be glad if I did so I would not have to fall out of the sky or be so embarrassed at all the commotion I caused yet that's all they need is for me to create another problem.
I get landed get my wheel chair guide and get luggage and get planted on curb outside where moments later husband shows up with second oldest son in his car. The van battery had to be replaced for 110 dollars. The alternator needs to be replaced for 165 dollars. My mom and aunt bought my tickets because I was too poor to go on this trip and so far I am spinning money. I get big big hugs and kisses and we go home in car. Hello again. I tell how I almost missed my flight. They crack up. I get home call mom and she can not believe it and puts my older sister on. She tells me don't you know that what terrorist do. They check in luggage and do not take the flight so they probably searched you luggage. I know they had a drug dog sniff my luggage when landed at the AZ airport because I have herbs in there and sip lock on almost every item in the bag. So I hang up and open my luggage. There in each is a long card like notice that my luggage was searched.
I put away all items and go to sleep. Wake up and all go through my day. I go back to bed at bed time and there is water all over my night stand that I had not seen when I had woke up in the dark. The water from my breathing equipment is everywhere and has sat under the machine all day and really saturated deep into the wood table. I sop it up wonder what had happened and I did remember being puzzle that the humidor was empty that morn. Well maybe I just connected in wrong. That night I make sure the cup is tight in its place in the bi-pap machine and notice a slight mold smell as I try to go to sleep.
Second morning water everywhere and empty humidor cup. I ask hubby to help me figure out what is going on. He gets a flash light a discovers hair line crack in and out side the machine where the humidor cup goes. The airport damaged my breathing equipment. I have no insurance. Not even medical. Get this if I go get medical they will take over 100 a month from my disability and I have a co-pay of 500 because the hubby's wages are good. The cheapest price for my Bi-Pap machine in 175 dollars. It would be better to skip medical and just buy the equipment, but they can not sale it to you without a prescription. You have to see a doctor first, then a specialist in sleep apnea to prescribe the PSI on machine and machine type. 20 dollars for each of those. My free vacation along with gas an wheel chair tips is costing me over 500 dollars and the holiday and illness made us have to short pay check in a row. I have very little food in frig and yet I almost do not care.
I feel so revived and feel calm. I did cry a little when I found out my equipment was broken because of all the hoops and expense I would have to jump through but I had such a good time on my trip and needed that trip more then I thought and all the mishaps are just too hilarious not to laugh. I grew up being told we have the Lucille Ball Gene. I had considered not going because of the Morgellons. It made me feel some what normal again. Relief from some of the symptoms and away from a house we rent that needs many repairs. Well back to Bi-Pap. The air port said because I did not discover it broken at the air port and report it in 4 hours they would not compensate. I am waiting to paperwork to fill out to send to headquarters to battle them about my damaged equipment. Who in the el looks at all their items in their suitcase before going home and with hairline cracks I would not have seen them till the water had made them darker then the rest of the plastic.
Even though I have been gone for a whole week and not spraying of bedding or fuming the room with menthol burned on a burner. The smell in my house was so strong I could barely breath. I had forgot I had been having trouble breathing while home and could not figure out why I was so use to the smells. But it almost smells like a gas leak mixed with the spray smells. Now I can not fume or spray anymore because the air in here is not healthy. I got a headache and felt faint, and felt like I was suffocating the first day home. We have a hug in the floor gas furnace that Ferrel cats had torn ignite wires to it under the house and the flue that traveled under the floor board to a aluminum chimney outside the house was damage as well and it had worn with age too. They had put that in before connect the two military bunk houses to make one house and retainer walls to close to the entrance will not allow a stiff flue to be maneuvered under there. We had to opt for flex furnace flue which reminds me of a dry vent hose and I know that is not going to last as long and wonder if I have a leak under there. So now I am going to arrange PG&E to come out and investigate. No wonder my hubby is sick again all the time. We had a 75 dollar a month gas leak at a different house rented out in the country where my first Morg symptoms started and he could not get over bronchitis. I have got to find a way to convince him to let me bring out the gas co.
Well I have talked everyone's eye balls right out of their heads. Love you all.
More later....
Ayla your art work it great. Tony and others I miss you, Gina I like a lot of your recent postings.
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn
Been fallowing post for a couple days. I am back from AZ by the skin of my teeth. Only almost caused a national incident when innocently going about my business. lol.
Here is the go story. Packed and have to have my step son drive me to the airport. Long drive and he may not find his way back home because he is dyslexic and has not driven that far without fallowing someone and his co-pilot is my daughter in-law who gets lost and always goes the wrong way before going the right way. We get in van and it is dead. We jump van and decide we will risk it and drive off into the early evening clouded day.
hour and half later airport and holly molly parking fees went from 5 dollars in five years to 30 bucks and hour or 20 bucks for all day but you have to park so far away that you better bring water and a compass. Being disabled we have to revise on the spur of the moment and I opt for being thrown out of the van with cane, purse, and two rolling luggage. Kiss kiss, Goodbye.
No curb check in and hardly any people flying. Go in a very few people in line at check in. I ask for a wheel chair and check in luggage. I get taken into a glass elevator which gave me vertigo instead of claustrophobia and then to a tram which gave me more intense vertigo. I obey all vertigo rules of raise one knee, blink more often and take a slow deep breath. Now to the line to check in purse, cane, shoes, and the line is long. I would had been there two days if my helper had not wheeled me right up to the front shoved her way past. Embarrassed the el out of me. I was polite and apologetic she just zipped and shoved as if she owned everyone while pushing me into the front.
I get a body scan and then I get my few items and then wheel to the gate and am set right next to the open tunnel and little podium type table. Oh my wheeler helped me get a coffee before we hit the gate. Almost an hour later I have to go pee. I learn how to wheel myself to the bathroom. Wheel myself back to spot at gate. Finally get to board and first with a few other handicappers. I have always been a nervous flyer, but in my old age now am scared little bunny rabbit. I can grab a snake off the ground, play with spiders, but fight panic at the thought of falling out of the sky, but love to look when up there. So beautiful and deadly and I get these deep urges to jump. That is just as scary as fearing that the plane will fall out of the sky.
Plane takes off and I love take offs and landings, but for some reason the fear of falling out of the sky takes over and I grit my teeth, close my eyes, and tears start seeping down my face. Two nice lady's who worry over me look back on me. Two lady's beside me and one praying I think for me and three minutes later I feel nearly normal. Smooth flight and even though I chose a inside isle seat I peek out the distant windows. It was raining when we took off and then I got to my destination. It is night time now and I am wheeled to baggage claim and my big stronger wheeler helps collects my bags and then I call on cell phone my cousin and mom who are in a holding area called cell phone waiting. I roll my bags and feel I really need more arms to hull a purse, a cane and two bags. I get out to curb and in seconds my folks are picking me up. Kiss, kiss, hug, hug, Hello. Did you pay a tip to your wheel chair guide? What? I do not even have any money on me. How embarrassing those people who were so helpful must think I am a jerk.
Unpacking my bag I find the older purple one has been damaged. All the hard plastic lining has exploded into powder and pieces. I have the best visit ever for a whole week. After living like a recluse in a cave and the dry climate is making the Morg symptoms so low. My mom has a bathroom heat lamp in the ceiling that is infra red and it felt good. My body was craving it. I would turn that on instead of the light just to go pee so I could be washed in the red heat. My moms furniture is all hard and I had two nights of no sleep trying to figure out how to sleep with the least amount of crippling up. So I had to do 2 hours in beds. 1 hour in lazy boy chair and 2 hours in bed and then call it quits. Mom had me do stretch exercise on her bed and a Tem's unit to zap out the painful areas. Almost had to save her from two semi aggressive pit pulls that were bigger then both of us. The Stafford-shire Pits (German bred) very big dogs, beautiful but they looked and acted like the neighborhood bully's and mom and I are both under 5 feet. I use to be the shortest until age shrank my mom and made me taller. Mom was getting stuff out of the trunk when these dogs run up to her and surprised her. The leader punched her arm with his nose. I quickly maneuver behind the two pits and could see that my mom yelling at them to go home was making them react more aggressive. I told her to calm down and ignore them or talk to them in a calmer voice. They backed off as soon as I talked because now they had human in front and behind. They backed off and raced off to their next victim. Could not get my mom to call the police because the pound and police will not respond until the next day over animal incidents. You have to be dead or bleeding to get them to respond.
One week later go home. Everyone else is crying, but I have been through so much that not one tear escapes my eye. Why can I not feel like crying when leaving. What the el is wrong with me. Okay older sis is my drop off person with her husband. We do the same routine. Curb, bags, kiss, kiss, hug, hug, goodbye.
Curb side check in and wheel chair I ask about tipping. The guy says when I get my guide that they all get low wages so they will give good service because they depend on tips. Okay I have cash on me this time. I am ready. I get parked by the tunnel at the gate next to the podium. There is very little room for folks to get past me de-boarding their flight. The people sitting in seats facing me are too close and we are all going to get beat up by carry on luggage passing by. I wheel backwards to the open area and right there beside my gate is a coffee shop. I have allergy pill in my purse to help calm me down make me sleepy but am so afraid of medicine I chicken out of taking it. The guy who sold me coffee wheels me next to my group so I am sitting furthest from the tunnel. When first at the gate the people in the chairs said they were flying to New Orleans so I was there almost 2 hours early and knew I would be the next flight. A lady next to these other flyers was going to CA like me. I drink half a horrible cup of coffee. De-cafe and too strong even though I had them really water it down. I put it in garbage and there is so much noise I only catch words here and there and they board wheel chair people near the gate. I turn to the folks at the back of the crowd to make sure even though I see the two lady's up front who are going to New Orleans. Also while I had sat near the gates tunnel a airport employee came out and asked us where we were all going. She told the New Orleans Folks their plane was running late and she told me my flight would be next after theirs which I already knew. So the folks at the back say they are going to New Orleans and they get ready to go into line at my gate. I know I have more time to kill and right next door to the coffee shop is a taco shop with beer.
I go in there an get me a short Kilt Lifter. The music is loud and drowns out any intercom announcements and I sip on the beer for 20 min. I roll myself back out thinking a half a sandwich would be nice to help dull the beer on an empty stomach. I hear now the intercom which I could not hear before repeating my name nervously over and over as if it is an emergency. I race my wheel chair to my gate and there is a man there and I say I am the person being paged and ask whats wrong. I am thinking something bad happen to one of my folks and the airport is notifying me. The gate seats are empty and I am told they have been looking for me for 20 min. My flight is trying to leave. So embarrassing. I get rolled into the tunnel and then with cane and beer on my breath and being short my breath is close to all those who are sitting. I try not to breath as I have to walk all the way to nearly the very back to find a seat. No one was happy. I made the flights take off 30 minutes late.
All those people sitting in the gate area. Most of them were for Sacramento. I had no idea and the airport employee and the folks I talked to had said differently but when they went to board they were turned around at the gate tunnel and sent to another gate to wait for their very late flight. I sit near a germ a phoebe. The couple was very young with a little baby and the husband was apologetic for his wife's constant cleaning things with wipes. She felt better after I told her I use all natural ingredients and bath twice a day. I sucked on a cough drop to kill the smell of beer and got a bad stomach ache. Did not cry during take off and felt much calmer through the flight. Did some praying as before, but all went really well until I had to go to the bathroom.
Okay I wait till I see a moment of less people to go to the bathroom. I get to the little door and wonder if I can fit through it, because I am a heavy girl (205lbs) Well I can not find out how to open it and one of the stewards barks at me. They are all still mad that I made the flight late but the pilot said it was a brand new plane and he was flying the hell out of it very fast.
I get into bathroom and do my pee session and clean hands toilet seat and now need to leave bathroom. No door handle and I can not figure out where to push to make the door spring open. I am claustrophobic, the light in there is like a night light and I start pushing and pulling on everything near that door. The room is like a broom closet and I hit a button and a light comes on on a symbol of a steward and oh no I did not mean to call one of them they are all mad at me. I manage to escape before a steward comes to my rescue. I get back to my seat and feel like I might have a heart attack. Part of me would be glad if I did so I would not have to fall out of the sky or be so embarrassed at all the commotion I caused yet that's all they need is for me to create another problem.
I get landed get my wheel chair guide and get luggage and get planted on curb outside where moments later husband shows up with second oldest son in his car. The van battery had to be replaced for 110 dollars. The alternator needs to be replaced for 165 dollars. My mom and aunt bought my tickets because I was too poor to go on this trip and so far I am spinning money. I get big big hugs and kisses and we go home in car. Hello again. I tell how I almost missed my flight. They crack up. I get home call mom and she can not believe it and puts my older sister on. She tells me don't you know that what terrorist do. They check in luggage and do not take the flight so they probably searched you luggage. I know they had a drug dog sniff my luggage when landed at the AZ airport because I have herbs in there and sip lock on almost every item in the bag. So I hang up and open my luggage. There in each is a long card like notice that my luggage was searched.
I put away all items and go to sleep. Wake up and all go through my day. I go back to bed at bed time and there is water all over my night stand that I had not seen when I had woke up in the dark. The water from my breathing equipment is everywhere and has sat under the machine all day and really saturated deep into the wood table. I sop it up wonder what had happened and I did remember being puzzle that the humidor was empty that morn. Well maybe I just connected in wrong. That night I make sure the cup is tight in its place in the bi-pap machine and notice a slight mold smell as I try to go to sleep.
Second morning water everywhere and empty humidor cup. I ask hubby to help me figure out what is going on. He gets a flash light a discovers hair line crack in and out side the machine where the humidor cup goes. The airport damaged my breathing equipment. I have no insurance. Not even medical. Get this if I go get medical they will take over 100 a month from my disability and I have a co-pay of 500 because the hubby's wages are good. The cheapest price for my Bi-Pap machine in 175 dollars. It would be better to skip medical and just buy the equipment, but they can not sale it to you without a prescription. You have to see a doctor first, then a specialist in sleep apnea to prescribe the PSI on machine and machine type. 20 dollars for each of those. My free vacation along with gas an wheel chair tips is costing me over 500 dollars and the holiday and illness made us have to short pay check in a row. I have very little food in frig and yet I almost do not care.
I feel so revived and feel calm. I did cry a little when I found out my equipment was broken because of all the hoops and expense I would have to jump through but I had such a good time on my trip and needed that trip more then I thought and all the mishaps are just too hilarious not to laugh. I grew up being told we have the Lucille Ball Gene. I had considered not going because of the Morgellons. It made me feel some what normal again. Relief from some of the symptoms and away from a house we rent that needs many repairs. Well back to Bi-Pap. The air port said because I did not discover it broken at the air port and report it in 4 hours they would not compensate. I am waiting to paperwork to fill out to send to headquarters to battle them about my damaged equipment. Who in the el looks at all their items in their suitcase before going home and with hairline cracks I would not have seen them till the water had made them darker then the rest of the plastic.
Even though I have been gone for a whole week and not spraying of bedding or fuming the room with menthol burned on a burner. The smell in my house was so strong I could barely breath. I had forgot I had been having trouble breathing while home and could not figure out why I was so use to the smells. But it almost smells like a gas leak mixed with the spray smells. Now I can not fume or spray anymore because the air in here is not healthy. I got a headache and felt faint, and felt like I was suffocating the first day home. We have a hug in the floor gas furnace that Ferrel cats had torn ignite wires to it under the house and the flue that traveled under the floor board to a aluminum chimney outside the house was damage as well and it had worn with age too. They had put that in before connect the two military bunk houses to make one house and retainer walls to close to the entrance will not allow a stiff flue to be maneuvered under there. We had to opt for flex furnace flue which reminds me of a dry vent hose and I know that is not going to last as long and wonder if I have a leak under there. So now I am going to arrange PG&E to come out and investigate. No wonder my hubby is sick again all the time. We had a 75 dollar a month gas leak at a different house rented out in the country where my first Morg symptoms started and he could not get over bronchitis. I have got to find a way to convince him to let me bring out the gas co.
Well I have talked everyone's eye balls right out of their heads. Love you all.
More later....
Ayla your art work it great. Tony and others I miss you, Gina I like a lot of your recent postings.
In Light Lynn/TorpedoLynn