Thoughts from the Road & the Trip So Far
Yesterday my wife and I left Virginia to head to Connecticut for the annual NEA-BPD conference on Borderline Personality Disorder. The drive up to Connecticut was really a mixed bag. It started out a bit rough. By the time we left, it was late at night, ugly, and rainy. I was very exhausted and falling asleep, so we had to stop at one of the rest areas and take a nap for a few hours. We got up and started to drive again; however, it started raining hard so we did not get much further until we had to pull off again. This time we stopped at a Denny’s and grabbed a bite to eat and relax for a while.
At this point, it was almost 6am and I was still exhausted so we decided to get a room and crash for a few hours. We slept until about noon and checked out to continue our trip to Connecticut. It was while we were here that I realized that I might have forgotten one of my wife’s medications. Interestingly, while I was concerned about it, I did not panic or freak out. I thought about it and realized we can probably go to a local CVS and buy a few pills and that insurance may even cover them in this case since we lost them on vacation.
We drove most of the way without incident. The burger I had for lunch tasted like cardboard, the tolls were more expensive than I realized they would be, apparently it costs almost 15$ to travel the length of the NJ Turnpike and another 12$ for the George Washington Bridge. There was a little traffic in New York, but it was not too bad. Then we hit Connecticut. We had over 20 miles of delays. What should have been about a 30-minute ride, took closer to about two hours. Even that stressor, traffic being a major stress point for me, did not rile me up. It was even more shocking since people were cutting me off left and right, which is also a major stressor. Both traffic and people cutting me off risk triggering me at any given time.
At times, my wife got grumpy because she was starting to hurt a lot from the trip. It has been rough on her at times.
We finally got to the hotel, yeah, and checked-in. We get up to our room and find out that they gave us the wrong room. Apparently, the website I booked through forgot to check that I needed a handicap accessible room. We were worried that she would not be able to shower or safely use the bathroom because of the configuration. I went downstairs and stopped at the front desk and explained the situation to them calmly, which after a long trip, a lot of traffic, and a grumpy wife, was amazing. They gave us a new room that met our needs and everything turned out OK.
We are settled and almost ready for bed.
Posted: May 3rd, 2012 under Thoughts.