Okay, here's a brief - brief mind you - summary of the past couple days. My knee woke me up at 0630 on Saturday when it flared so bad I thought someone had come in and literally stabbed me with a butcher knife. It was about 69 to 70 degrees outside so there's no way in hell my knee should be hurting. But, sure enough, the next day there are clouds and rain threatening. It made it a little easier to leave Cabo, but not much.
I'm traveling all alone and haven't done the Cabo home trip by myself before. Adventure, right. I get the shuttle to the airport, have the whole van to myself and the driver spoke a little English so we had a short conversation. It was about an hour to the airport so I got to watch the ocean and beaches go by and be sad that I won't see them for another year. Get through the airport and security - which is a joke btw - and find out my plane is delayed. Go to the gate and get settled in with my DS and half play half watch a movie on HBO dubbed in Spanish that I would've sworn had DC in it. (I checked, it didn't) Went and bought water. Went back to gate.
Was able to preboard - traveling with a cane has its perks - and sit on the wrong side of the plane. Get resettled just as everyone else comes in. I'm in a window and the guy next to me spent the whole flight half in my seat. He couldn't help it, he was just a big guy, but really. I swear he dug his elbow into my ribs a couple of times too so I got to spend the whole five hour flight huddled in half of my seat trying to work on the novel. I never write fanfic on airplanes. I'm too smut prone.
Conditions in Seattle deteriorated whilst we were in the air so we flew into a quarter mile visability with horizontal snow and about 800 feet of cloud ceiling. I honestly thought we were going to either crash or slide off the damn runway - the runway they CLOSED not long after we landed on it. *rolls eyes* I've never been on a plane where everyone clapped and cheered once the plane was on the ground before, and I've been in some pretty wild landings. None of them scared me as bad as this one did.
We go to the S gates - international arrivals and customs - and all the gates are filled. Two BA planes that were probably being delayed until the weather improved, a French airline and some domestic flights. So we get to sit on the ramp for half an hour or 45 minutes until they push a plane back and let us get in. Mind that the flight was so bumpy that I wasn't able to eat or drink anything so my blood sugar is through the floor and I had a headache. I cleared the first line of customs in under five minutes and limped to the bathroom as fast as I could. The lady in the other seat in my row had a broken ankle/leg and I didn't want to make her get up during the really bumpy flight. Got my bags and cleared the rest of customs. Got misdirected to recheck the bag, not able to use my cane because I have two bags and couldn't open the checked bag to tie them together. Really hurting went to the TSA checkpoint and had to endure attitude because I couldn't take my shoes off standing up. They directed me to a chair and then I think they felt bad when they saw how badly I was limping because they got all nice.
Got my shoes back on and took the two trains to the gate and found out my flight to Spokane was delayed. Not a surprise based on the weather. Seattle is just not equipted to handle the snow. They eventually managed to find us another plane, put together a crew and changed the gate - yet another limp through the airport - and then held us on the ground until 1230 so we could get as many people as possible over to Spokane.
By this point my head was throbbing, I felt like I was going to throw up and just wanted to sleep. We finally got in the air and bounced our way over to Spokane. Where it was snowing. Horizontally.
I got a hotel room.
There was no way I was going to drive what is normally about an hour to an hour and a half when I was shaking, sick to my tummy, sleepy and barely able to walk. I slept until the maid knocked on the door a little after 0800 - I was so out of it I forgot to put up the do not disturb sign. Woke up at 1100 and arranged for the shuttle to take me back to the airport so I could pick up my parents' car.
Finally got it dug out and was on the road and hit fog. The roads were moderately clear. You just couldn't see a damn thing. So the trip home was longer than it should've been, but I stopped for gatorade, water and a breakfast bar. My stomach settled with some sleep, although the headache is still hanging around.
Went to the post office and picked up/restarted the mail to the house. I panicked because my package with "A Bit of Fry and Laurie" and a couple of books wasn't there, but figured the weather played into it. Went to McDonalds for lunch and came home.
To find the driveway is completely snowed in. My parents paid the kid next door to keep the sidewalk cleared. Don't you think that if you were taking care of a house and it started snowing so much that its up to an adult's knees (which it is, btw) you'd clear the drive too? Apparently not. So the car is currently stuck in the drive because between my knee, shoulder and not to mention headache I can't shovel snow or push a snow thrower about. I think its too deep anyway. But its supposed to warm up to the 40s over the next few days and things will start melting off.
Got inside and prompty got yelled at by La Nina - my cat - who has been alone since I left. She doesn't like anyone but Ro and me, and Ro couldn't get over here owing to the snow. Tried to eat. Found my package with my DVDs in it. Laughed at Stephen Fry's pink braces. Tried to shovel and only made my headache worse.
Am going to bed. I'll be back officially tomorrow, but just wanted to let everyone know I'm alive and moderately healthy. I took pictures I'll download tomorrow or Wednesday. I have House fanfic to post - High Stakes - and I think you'll like it.
Now aren't you glad I didn't do the long version? *smirk*