On last week’s trip up north, everything started great. But then food poisoning kicked in. Not sure where I got it or what I ate, but my goodness. I’m not going to go into any more detail than that. Just glad the plane is long enough that I could sprawl in the back for a little while.
In any case, we couldn’t get into the hotel right away because the manager was very proud of having a high level autistic kid on the front desk (she told us, we weren’t guessing). Now I have no problem with that, except autistic minds work with set things: check in is at 3:00, coffee gets made at 4:00, how to process a refund, how to check someone in. It’s Rainman on a different degree of functionality.
Anything weird, like a sick guest wanting to get into a room a half hour early just short circuits their programming and if they don’t have a support backup for out of the ordinary happenings, then the sick guest and her boyfriend/nursemaid end up driving around town trying to find something she can keep down.
A couple of hours of sleep after a piece of dry toast and some water and I was back to normal, but the in-between landing and getting into bed for a nap would make a saint weep.
Gotta give mad props to B–I am NOT a good sick person. In fact I take petulant, bossy, and whiny to a whole new level of suck. He was kind and patient and bought me a little present to make me smile. And once I was back on my feet, all was well for the rest of the trip and was able to enjoy the tasty food available.
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