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Mar. 18th, 2003 11:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckScott and I didn't manage to get to bed until after 9:30 on Thursday, not a good thing with the alarm set to go off only six hours later. I don't think either of us slept much. I know I was simply too afraid that the alarm wouldn't go off (something that has happened once in a great while in the past).
I had counted on Scott wanting to shower, thinking that that would give me time to scrounge some breakfast. Sadly, he skipped the shower to save time, and I ended up skipping breakfast. (Well, I did grab a Pria bar, but that's not quite a step up from a candy bar.) This was the beginning of my food woes for the weekend, and I rather blamed it for consequent problems, at least until it became obvious that things weren't getting better.
We parked at one of the commercial lots and caught a shuttle to our terminal. I was very unimpressed by the shuttle since it completely lacked any pretense of shock absorbers. If I weren't pregnant, the ride might not have felt so horribly uncomfortable, but as it was...
We did not, as it turned out, need anything like the two hours they'd told us to allocate. Getting through security took all of about three minutes, so we had a long wait at the gate. (I think security was a little startled that I was carrying something other than a laptop in my laptop bag, but books being books, that caused no delays.)
The terminal was small, only four gates, so the amenities were extremely limited. There was only one tiny food place, and, given the time of day and my allergies (breakfast is such a bad meal to eat out when you have to avoid eggs, dairy and sausage!), I didn't find much. I got an order of bacon (why I can handle bacon and not sausage, I don't know. My digestive system's weird) and a fruit cup. The bacon was cold but did help the hunger. The fruit cup on the other hand, I couldn't even finish. It tasted... off. I suspect some sort of preservative was the problem.
The flight was full. Boarding proved more of a challenge than we'd expected because we had to descend a very long stair (The woman who issued our boarding passes had described it as "a couple of steps," but this was considerably more than that). I'd decided against bringing my cane since it's generally at least as much hindrance as help. It doesn't actually assist my movement in most cases but rather serves to signal other people that I'm not going to move "normally." I think I made the right decision on the cane, over all, but I did miss it more than once. It can be nice sometimes to have a bit of visible evidence of my hidden disabilities.
The flight took four hours. They did serve a little food but sadly nothing that helped me much. "Breakfast" consisted of a yogurt cup and a cheese Danish. I got both Danishes while Scott took both yogurts. My throat simply won't accept yogurt these days-- It's too thick to be liquid and too thin to be anything else, and my gag reflex won't tolerate anything in that category.
Scott very much enjoyed flying over the Rockies, something he'd not previously done, and we had a very good view with little cloud cover. It was easier to grasp the size of what we were looking at by looking toward the horizon as opposed to straight down because what was directly underneath us looked smaller, some of the contrast disappearing.
I had counted on Scott wanting to shower, thinking that that would give me time to scrounge some breakfast. Sadly, he skipped the shower to save time, and I ended up skipping breakfast. (Well, I did grab a Pria bar, but that's not quite a step up from a candy bar.) This was the beginning of my food woes for the weekend, and I rather blamed it for consequent problems, at least until it became obvious that things weren't getting better.
We parked at one of the commercial lots and caught a shuttle to our terminal. I was very unimpressed by the shuttle since it completely lacked any pretense of shock absorbers. If I weren't pregnant, the ride might not have felt so horribly uncomfortable, but as it was...
We did not, as it turned out, need anything like the two hours they'd told us to allocate. Getting through security took all of about three minutes, so we had a long wait at the gate. (I think security was a little startled that I was carrying something other than a laptop in my laptop bag, but books being books, that caused no delays.)
The terminal was small, only four gates, so the amenities were extremely limited. There was only one tiny food place, and, given the time of day and my allergies (breakfast is such a bad meal to eat out when you have to avoid eggs, dairy and sausage!), I didn't find much. I got an order of bacon (why I can handle bacon and not sausage, I don't know. My digestive system's weird) and a fruit cup. The bacon was cold but did help the hunger. The fruit cup on the other hand, I couldn't even finish. It tasted... off. I suspect some sort of preservative was the problem.
The flight was full. Boarding proved more of a challenge than we'd expected because we had to descend a very long stair (The woman who issued our boarding passes had described it as "a couple of steps," but this was considerably more than that). I'd decided against bringing my cane since it's generally at least as much hindrance as help. It doesn't actually assist my movement in most cases but rather serves to signal other people that I'm not going to move "normally." I think I made the right decision on the cane, over all, but I did miss it more than once. It can be nice sometimes to have a bit of visible evidence of my hidden disabilities.
The flight took four hours. They did serve a little food but sadly nothing that helped me much. "Breakfast" consisted of a yogurt cup and a cheese Danish. I got both Danishes while Scott took both yogurts. My throat simply won't accept yogurt these days-- It's too thick to be liquid and too thin to be anything else, and my gag reflex won't tolerate anything in that category.
Scott very much enjoyed flying over the Rockies, something he'd not previously done, and we had a very good view with little cloud cover. It was easier to grasp the size of what we were looking at by looking toward the horizon as opposed to straight down because what was directly underneath us looked smaller, some of the contrast disappearing.
