goofieslonglostsis
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*Rant alert!*.
So feel the need to rant. Last 2 years have been tough, medically. Way too long story short; had to fight nail and tooth to get the medical help I desperately needed and ran into many complications and medical mistakes. I've spent more time on bed and months not getting outside than I had "planned" for and it's taking it's strain. Although medically not very smart, the trip to WDW I took with my mom last year was a much welcomed break.
I had a nice "Month of The Mouse" planned for this year, starting off with doing the WB transatlantic cruise with DCL followed with a nice long stay at OKW afterwards. It was a dream coming true; wanted to cruise again with DCL and the longer the better. Knowing how wrecking the flight across the Atlantic is, it was a huge relieve not to have to do that one prior to a trip (am Dutch). All was arranged to make this trip possible with many loved ones offering much needed help, incl. my dad driving to Barcalona so I wouldn't need to pay overweight fees to fly in my medical stuff. I knew I needed a relatively very small thing done and urged the doctors to respect my Mousetime. It's holy, I need it, the Mouse and feeling of independance and "not being sick" I get while in Florida is my way of nicely dealing with the daily medical stuff. It would be respected. It wasn't as that small little thing turned into a huge ugly mess thanks to scr*w up after scr*w up. I had to cancel that trip. That hurt big time already, finding out my best friend planned on surprising me and flying to Barcalona was an icing on that cake.
Complicating factor; I was renting points for my planned OKW stay.
Those familiar know the risks involved and so did I. Happens I ran into a great member, who let me reschedule within their useryear and availability for free.
That made rescheduling an option. Still in hospital I decided to reschedule for upcoming december. In just 27 days I'll be crossing the ocean to the Mouse and "freedom". From the get go I knew it would be...... interesting. I knew I will take at least a year to recover the little part I can. I knew that december is way too early physically and I'll be overdoing it even when taking a much lower pace than normal. I know the risks, I know the price I will have to pay (each trip always comes with permanent decrease in health and this will be worse). But I knew it would be worth it. I knew already I couldn't face another winter with all it's cold, snow and uglyness it causes on my body. Another 6 months at least of being "convined to the house". Being mostly bedbound is a lot different in a not wintery surroundings. Heck; I knew I had to get out of the sick world of having a chronic illness. So, the trip was planned.
But honestly? I know I'll be going and I'll be having a blast and getting that refill I need. On the other hand, I sorta fear this trip. Can't really explain what it is. Fear of it somehow also being cancelled? Fear of the medical results? What is it? None of it is new to me. Cancellations; common. Medical stuff coming up; have a 100% record of that so far and know I can deal with it. It's been a rough time but on the other hand, I'm used to the lack of knowledge, lack of treatment and decrease in health that is directly linked to medical mistakes and arrogance. It comes as a package when having a little known syndrome that always decides not to fit into the "it should.......-standardbox". I'm sick and tired off it and taking some precautions to positively influence this but it will always be a fact of life for me.
I can't put my finger on it, but somehow I....... fear this trip. Fear isn't the perfect word but can't even find that in Dutch. Combine fear with apprehention, unbelieve, worry, I don't know. I know I'll find my way and will have a blast on this trip but I'm so unused to this feeling! I've done it all, know it all, but this one is new and weird. All I know is that I'm not my normal self when it comes to "trip sentiment". And it builds, each day we get closer to december first it itches just that bit more. Not just the "woohoooo, only...... more days" but also the "oops, darn, so close, it'll be fun but yeiks". I know I'll be having a trip that I wouldn't have wanted to miss but it really is a shame that the days leading upto it are so....weird.
OK, more than enough ranting. Anybody have any experience with this? How have you dealt with it and did it work or not?
So feel the need to rant. Last 2 years have been tough, medically. Way too long story short; had to fight nail and tooth to get the medical help I desperately needed and ran into many complications and medical mistakes. I've spent more time on bed and months not getting outside than I had "planned" for and it's taking it's strain. Although medically not very smart, the trip to WDW I took with my mom last year was a much welcomed break.
I had a nice "Month of The Mouse" planned for this year, starting off with doing the WB transatlantic cruise with DCL followed with a nice long stay at OKW afterwards. It was a dream coming true; wanted to cruise again with DCL and the longer the better. Knowing how wrecking the flight across the Atlantic is, it was a huge relieve not to have to do that one prior to a trip (am Dutch). All was arranged to make this trip possible with many loved ones offering much needed help, incl. my dad driving to Barcalona so I wouldn't need to pay overweight fees to fly in my medical stuff. I knew I needed a relatively very small thing done and urged the doctors to respect my Mousetime. It's holy, I need it, the Mouse and feeling of independance and "not being sick" I get while in Florida is my way of nicely dealing with the daily medical stuff. It would be respected. It wasn't as that small little thing turned into a huge ugly mess thanks to scr*w up after scr*w up. I had to cancel that trip. That hurt big time already, finding out my best friend planned on surprising me and flying to Barcalona was an icing on that cake.
Complicating factor; I was renting points for my planned OKW stay.


But honestly? I know I'll be going and I'll be having a blast and getting that refill I need. On the other hand, I sorta fear this trip. Can't really explain what it is. Fear of it somehow also being cancelled? Fear of the medical results? What is it? None of it is new to me. Cancellations; common. Medical stuff coming up; have a 100% record of that so far and know I can deal with it. It's been a rough time but on the other hand, I'm used to the lack of knowledge, lack of treatment and decrease in health that is directly linked to medical mistakes and arrogance. It comes as a package when having a little known syndrome that always decides not to fit into the "it should.......-standardbox". I'm sick and tired off it and taking some precautions to positively influence this but it will always be a fact of life for me.
I can't put my finger on it, but somehow I....... fear this trip. Fear isn't the perfect word but can't even find that in Dutch. Combine fear with apprehention, unbelieve, worry, I don't know. I know I'll find my way and will have a blast on this trip but I'm so unused to this feeling! I've done it all, know it all, but this one is new and weird. All I know is that I'm not my normal self when it comes to "trip sentiment". And it builds, each day we get closer to december first it itches just that bit more. Not just the "woohoooo, only...... more days" but also the "oops, darn, so close, it'll be fun but yeiks". I know I'll be having a trip that I wouldn't have wanted to miss but it really is a shame that the days leading upto it are so....weird.
OK, more than enough ranting. Anybody have any experience with this? How have you dealt with it and did it work or not?