I said it before, and I’m sure I’ll say it again. Traveling with pain and hidden disability is all about making decisions–good decisions, bad decisions, big decisions, small decisions.
Eating breakfast is a decision. Buying a map is a decision. Throwing the GPS out the window of the car at 80 mph in a fit of road rage is a decision. Walking just one more mile today is a decision.
You get the picture.
Guess what’s given me my expertise, such as it is, in traveling with pain? It’s making bad decisions, enduring the consequences, learning from the experience, and making a different decision on my next trip. Failure is not only an option, it’s a stowaway on almost all of my trips.
I’m not good at traveling with pain because I never screw up. I’m good at traveling with pain because I screw up all the time, I learn from my screw-ups and I keep on traveling.
So, on to Friday and Saturday at BlogHer 2011 in San Diego.
Taking the Morning Off
I do this pretty regularly when I travel, because my body and morning just don’t get along. At home, I sleep till 10am on a daily basis. Trying to slog out of bed at 7:15 for breakfast just did not work on Friday or Saturday on this trip.
Eating, Drinking, Rinsing, and Repeating
Almost the first thing I need to do when I finally roll out of bed is eat and drink. So I did that. The Marriott has a Starbucks downstairs from my room, and I have a weakness for Starbucks lattes and berry coffee cake. So that’s been breakfast for the last two days.
At each BlogHer session I attended, I got myself a glass of water. Hydration just makes me feel better.
When grazing tables were set out, I grazed. I tried to stick with semi-healthy items like granola and fruit. At the catered lunch, I had a big plate of green salad with a vinaigrette dressing, and skipped the sandwiches. Greens make my body happy, lunch meat does not.
For dinner, I’ve been splurging on room service. Worth it for the ease-of-acquisition.
Food is my friend when I’m traveling. If I don’t stay fueled up, I can’t do what I want to do…or much at all, really. And I can lie in bed feeling weak and shaky at home for free.
Finding the Bathroom
If I keep myself properly hydrated, I need to use the restroom every two hours if I’m lucky, every hour if I’m not. Hooray for IC.
Luckily, the San Diego Convention Center, Hall A has plenty of restrooms situated in good spots for conventioneers.
Doing the Stuff I Came Here to Do
Oh hey look, there’s a blogging conference going on! I chatted with people, attended sessions, chatted with people, strolled the expo floor, and chatted with people.
Retreating to My Room
I’m spending my evenings resting and recuperating. By 5:30 pm, I am done being social and perky and chattery. It’s time to hike back from the con to my hotel room, shut out the rest of the world, and spend some quality time flopped on my bed.
For me, 7 hours out being active is a long time. I’m happy with my performance on this trip.
I go to bed between 10 and 11pm. I haven’t slept well, and I’m not sure why.
Next Up…Traveling Alone Part 4: Packing Up and Heading Home