It has been planned for a while that
we would leave soon for our trip to California.
I have a week booked at a nicely
located Best Western, followed by a second reservation at the same
hotel for two more weeks. Beyond that we'll play it by ear. The first
week was done normally on a credit card, and the other two weeks done
on the same card, but using magic-fairy points.
I did it that was in case anything
“came up” to delay our departure. A normal reservation is easy as
pie to modify or cancel. I suspect that credit-card-travel-points
bookings are more hassle to mess with.
“What could come up?” you might
ask. Well, suppose our car started acting funny, or I managed to
wreck myself running? Even weather might make us decide to delay
things a bit.
In fact, as we were packing to come
home from my brother-in-law's place in Victoria, I made my back go
ping. I was carrying some stupid thing down the stairs and something
went. It actually made me elicit a noise. I never make sounds when
I'm hurt, but I did then; sort of a cross between a squeak and a
grunt. Was very careful finishing the loading of the car, and the
unloading when we got home. I can still feel it, but it doesn't hurt
at all. Now that a couple of days have passed I have officially
declared it a non-issue. No bookings had to be changed.
Now it turns out it's Helen's turn.
She says it happened when she was reaching for the light switch last
night. I was already asleep. She hasn't been comfortable since, and
has made a doctor appointment.
Her's hurts way more than mine did.
It doesn't look like a non-issue. We'll know more after the doctor
visit. The booking might need changing.
She may not be doing Jiu-Jitsu in
California, but the long driving days to get there are a big hurdle.
Heck, even sleeping in strange, less-than-ideal beds is a bad idea.
She might not need to be 100%, but she needs to be pretty close.
Can you tell that we're both over 50?
I'm as concerned about beds and long drives as I am about martial
arts activity. My little hurt was caused by carrying something pretty
light down a flight of stairs. Her worse one was the result of
turning off a lightswitch.
I'd say that we should just stay safe
and unmoving in our puffy chairs, but I've been hurt doing that, too.
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