Got in at 6pm last night. This stage was the longest and most exhausting of our epic journey. We did the Helicopter trip Monday over Grand Canyon so Las Vegas was a busy end to the tour.
Four planes and two connections four airports. Booked assistance for all of it even though I really don’t like it. But needs must when the devil drives. I am doing nothing for 3 days not even unpacking. I will instruct Parker on his duties once he regains consciousness. I let him have a lie in as he has worked hard with the luggage and other things he’s uncomfortable with. Such as people. He gets into a tizzy if everything isn’t run military style for timing and organisation. We had to move flights as the connections didn’t leave enough time for someone of my ability to make it. I don’t think Mo Farrah would either considering the size of the terminals. Then we were in time for an earlier train but the tickets were not valid for that one. The amazingly nice train guard sorted it all out for us though with no jobsworth attitude. Extremely helpful kind and considerate. Must have noticed I had lost the will to live at this point.
I got back to a letter from my Hip Surgeon for an annual review. This will establish (or eliminate) the cause of pain in that hip, buttock, groin area.
I am now on the don’t stop reduce slowly regime for Pred. I think it must be slowing down for me now as I had no real problems whilst away. (I have a dream and live in hope).
Not starting still Monday once the normal travelling fatigue has gone and my body gets back to being home.
Parker is pushing his luck a bit now as I want me breakfast. I have made my own tea this morning for goodness sake. If he doesn’t shift them cases soon there will be an incident and who will be sorry then!!! As I sit in a state of pain and agony I will whinge all day on how it was his fault for lying in bed. Even though I am tired I am not good at lying in bed or sleeping till I feel better. Always been like that even with PMR? I don’t move much but I don’t sleep either. Parker slept on every plane and the train. That’s his speciality. Going unconscious regardless of when and where. He even does it during conversation mostly with the family though. It’s been a fantastic time glad to be in my own bed with a kettle to hand. Why does no one in the states understand a Yorkshire Brew? I didn’t have the kettle due to luggage weight restrictions to Las Vegas. Stayed in the Vdara on The Strip and they don’t come as standard in the rooms. Neither does tea or coffee. Weird. Well I will now go to poke Parker in the eye to get my food and refill the tea pot I will write his shopping list so he too can eat later.