LisaInNc
Succulent Wild Woman
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- Feb 18, 2005
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Cast Of Characters:
Me-Lisa 41 and obsessed Disney Freak
DD-Princess Grace 6 ½ Future Disney Tour Guide
DH-Donnie, 43 My Brave Soldier, can take or leave Disney
DSister-Dawn 37 works in banking and hates people
DNephew- Joseph 7
DNiece-Tayla
I am so overdue for this trip. I should have been there and been back already! You see, I never leave WDW without another date in mind. It helps me swallow the large lump in my throat when I see the castle for the last time. My next date was supposed to be June 17 through 28th with a weekend stay with my Sister who lives an hour from Orlando.
Here is the background:
Disney is my Happy thought. You know when you get getting a shot and you need to go to your happy place? Main Street sitting on a bench eating popcorn is my happy place. I have used that happy thought a lot lately.
Last Sept Princess Grace started school and that really put a big anchor in our travels. I mean those people actually expect her to be there daily.
It is bad enough she is away for 5 hours a day, now we cant go to Disney whenever I can find a cheap airfare! The indignity of it all! I knew there was a reason I should have home schooled her!
During my last trip in December I knew that I was not going to be able to return to WDW until June. There was no way I was going at Easter so I would have to wait 6 long months.
I had the June trip all planned. All the reservations were made, my ADRs were in place my DD had been earning points by doing extra chores for the trip and we had started to countdown how many days.
I had Gastric Bypass surgery in April and it went fine. I was cleared for my June trip and I started to delight in my rapidly shrinking body.
Then it happened I got sick.
Really, really, sick the entire thing lasted 3 weeks. I ended up in the hospital for 8 days, spent 4 of those on a feeding tube.
Good Times!
When I got home and came off all the mind altering drugs they gave me in the hospital. I realized what the date was! I had a week until I was scheduled to leave. That freaked me out a little because I am someone that likes to pack early. I do a lot of shopping and the last weeks before the trip were the most fun. I had lost 3 weeks to being sick! Three weeks of packing and sealing things in little ziplock bags, shopping for stuff we really dont need obsessively reading the Dis.
In other words I missed a lot.
When I happened to mention the trip to my DH I saw him exchange a look with my Mom who had come down from RI to help care for me. I didnt like that look. It was one of those parent to parent looks.
What my Mom and my DH know well is I live in a town called Denial. It is a very pleasant place to live. People are kind, no one cuts line, bad things dont happen and no one ever walks out of a public bathroom dragging toilet paper on their shoes You could say that I sometimes walk around in a mental state as if I had my hands over my ears shouting lalalalalalal I cant HEAR you, whenever someone tried to tell me something not so nice.
I was not going to take this well. I know they were doing the mental conversation of.
You tell her
No. YOU tell her
I gave birth to her my job was done long ago, you are stuck with her now (insert evil laughter) you get to tell her
It ended up that no one told me what I was soon to find out.
I found out the first time I tried to climb the stairs in my house. I had spaghetti legs. Flimsy noodles that had been left to boil for too long. I was way too weak to do stairs how was I going to do Main Street?
It took me 3 days of trying to work it out I kept hoping for an amazing recovery. I looked into renting an ECV. Then the Mayor of Denial knocked on my door and I had to admit that I didnt have the strength for a trip like that.
I was so sad.
I needed a Disney trip. I am like a junkie sometimes. There are trips where I think that a herion addiction would be cheaper!
When anything bad happens to me all I want is Disney and I had just been through a very unpleasant experience. I needed my Mouse!
Then I got my next shock.
Oy!

Lisa
Me-Lisa 41 and obsessed Disney Freak
DD-Princess Grace 6 ½ Future Disney Tour Guide
DH-Donnie, 43 My Brave Soldier, can take or leave Disney
DSister-Dawn 37 works in banking and hates people
DNephew- Joseph 7
DNiece-Tayla
I am so overdue for this trip. I should have been there and been back already! You see, I never leave WDW without another date in mind. It helps me swallow the large lump in my throat when I see the castle for the last time. My next date was supposed to be June 17 through 28th with a weekend stay with my Sister who lives an hour from Orlando.
Here is the background:
Disney is my Happy thought. You know when you get getting a shot and you need to go to your happy place? Main Street sitting on a bench eating popcorn is my happy place. I have used that happy thought a lot lately.
Last Sept Princess Grace started school and that really put a big anchor in our travels. I mean those people actually expect her to be there daily.

During my last trip in December I knew that I was not going to be able to return to WDW until June. There was no way I was going at Easter so I would have to wait 6 long months.
I had the June trip all planned. All the reservations were made, my ADRs were in place my DD had been earning points by doing extra chores for the trip and we had started to countdown how many days.
I had Gastric Bypass surgery in April and it went fine. I was cleared for my June trip and I started to delight in my rapidly shrinking body.
Then it happened I got sick.
Really, really, sick the entire thing lasted 3 weeks. I ended up in the hospital for 8 days, spent 4 of those on a feeding tube.
Good Times!
When I got home and came off all the mind altering drugs they gave me in the hospital. I realized what the date was! I had a week until I was scheduled to leave. That freaked me out a little because I am someone that likes to pack early. I do a lot of shopping and the last weeks before the trip were the most fun. I had lost 3 weeks to being sick! Three weeks of packing and sealing things in little ziplock bags, shopping for stuff we really dont need obsessively reading the Dis.
In other words I missed a lot.
When I happened to mention the trip to my DH I saw him exchange a look with my Mom who had come down from RI to help care for me. I didnt like that look. It was one of those parent to parent looks.
What my Mom and my DH know well is I live in a town called Denial. It is a very pleasant place to live. People are kind, no one cuts line, bad things dont happen and no one ever walks out of a public bathroom dragging toilet paper on their shoes You could say that I sometimes walk around in a mental state as if I had my hands over my ears shouting lalalalalalal I cant HEAR you, whenever someone tried to tell me something not so nice.
I was not going to take this well. I know they were doing the mental conversation of.
You tell her
No. YOU tell her
I gave birth to her my job was done long ago, you are stuck with her now (insert evil laughter) you get to tell her
It ended up that no one told me what I was soon to find out.
I found out the first time I tried to climb the stairs in my house. I had spaghetti legs. Flimsy noodles that had been left to boil for too long. I was way too weak to do stairs how was I going to do Main Street?
It took me 3 days of trying to work it out I kept hoping for an amazing recovery. I looked into renting an ECV. Then the Mayor of Denial knocked on my door and I had to admit that I didnt have the strength for a trip like that.
I was so sad.
I needed a Disney trip. I am like a junkie sometimes. There are trips where I think that a herion addiction would be cheaper!
When anything bad happens to me all I want is Disney and I had just been through a very unpleasant experience. I needed my Mouse!
Then I got my next shock.
Oy!


Lisa