Jam Packed Homecoming…

I had a wonderful weekend with my Sis and Dad. They dropped me off at the airport for my 4:00 pm flight around 3. I was already checked in, checked my baggage and went to sit down at the gate until it was time to board the plane. An announcement over the loud speaker was asking passengers of my flight to give up their seat for a $200 voucher plus the face value of their ticket. I called Jon immediately and asked him if he would mind me leaving on a later flight. He said go for it and so I did. I received a 303.58 cent voucher for another flight, good for a year! My new flight was leaving at 7:40 pm. Only 4 and a half hours to wait to get home. I told myself it wouldn’t be that bad.

I made myself comfy and put on my headphones and was planning on reading a book I got last Christmas for my Dad, who already owned it. I hadn’t even read the first page when a Mom and her two young girls came and sat right next to me. Airport etiquette says you should sit at least 1 seat away from another person as to give them some breathing room. There were a 100 other seats she could have sat in, but no, she had to sit next to me and speak in a loud demanding way to her girls. They were bored to tears and wanted to play their game boys. I tried to be polite and not get up right away as not to look to obvious that they were annoying me. I could only take about 5 min of it and I got up and walked away. After I found a much better seat under the air return and cooled off some, I pulled out my snacks and sprite and tried to enjoy my wait.

It didn’t last very long. I got up to pee. And why is it that when you find a good seat and you aren’t with anyone else who could save it for you, you come back and someone is sitting there. In YOUR seat. The rudeness. Anyway, I digress, I got up to use the ladies room and decided that a pumpkin spice frappachino sounded really yum. So I got one and sat down at the phone booth area and drank my frapp and called Natalie for an hour long chit chat while she was driving home from Houston. I enjoyed that call very much, as I don’t get to talking to her as often as I would like.
After I was done talking to her, I made my way back to the gate I would eventually leave from and looked for a seat. That flight was boarding, so there were 3 lines and crowded rows of seats, so I wandered off to look at the Brighton gift area. I browsed for about 20 min and then back to the ladies room. By this time I had about 1 1/2 hours left to kill before I could board. When my flight was transferred I asked for another pre-boarding pass and got one so I could find my seat over the wing, just one row ahead of the emergency exit row. That seems to be the very best seat for me.
When it was finally time, we boarded and made our way home. The flight was good. I didn’t get sick, which was nice and I spoke with a nice lady from Dallas for a bit. Then I put my headphones and my travel neck pillow on and promptly fell asleep. The flight took off at 7:40 pm and when I looked at my watch after waking myself up with some minor snoring (tee-hee) it was already 8:30. Only 35 more minutes to go.

I got lost trying to find my car in the parking garage, because I didn’t go back the way I came, so I was in the wrong garage until I figured it out. I met a nice lady who was looking for her car too in the wrong garage. We chit chatted the half a mile until we parted ways and found our cars.

I was so ready to drive home and get in my nice, cozy, warm bed. I walked in and was met with lots of hugs and kisses and arms all wrapped around me. I looked down at Michael Jon and saw these white puffy circles on his chest. I immediately knew they were hives. I asked Jon what was going on and he said he didn’t know what they were, but they were just getting worse. I had stopped on the way home at McD’s for supper and so when I got home and saw his poor body covered in hives, I grabbed him, my bag of food, and my drink and made my way to the after hours clinic. By this time it’s already 10:30. The clinic was closed because it was Sunday. I took him to CVS to get some Benedryl and to ask the Pharmacist what she thought, and she agreed with me he was having some sort of allergic reaction to something and I should go the the ER. So off I went. We got there at 11pm and we got back to a room fairly quickly, but then the wait began. He was visited by the nurse and the doc, the we waited for some medicine. A dose of Benedryl and a steroid shot in his bottom, which he did not like either. By this time it’s 11:45 and I asked how long we would have to wait here before we could go home. She said at least 20 min. to see if the meds are working. “Ok, I think to myself, reasonable enough.” By 1 am I am getting pissed. No one will stop in my room to see if we are ok, they look in and smile and just keep going. Grrr. MJ is sleeping thanks to the Benedryl and I am on the verge of exhaustion because I just spent 5 hours in the airport, 90 min on the plane, and now I am faced with a 2 hour wait at the ER. For what? A tsp. of Benedryl and a shot of steroids. I asked when I could go at 1am and I was told the doctor had more emergent cases and they would let us know as soon as possible. Oy. We got out of there around 1:30 or so. I carried MJ out half asleep and cranky.

We got home and went right to bed. It was quite possibly the longest day I have ever had. No wonder I slept until 11 am while a thunder storm was raging on and took another nap at 3pm until 5! It’s only 9 now and I am ready for bed again!

Back to the regular routine tomorrow at work. I am looking forward to it!