Uncategorized
Annual Maine Trip Fiasco–I mean Report!
We are in Maine for our annual trip. I wish I could say the journey was easy, but I can’t because it wasn’t.
We were scheduled to fly out of San Jose on Friday night after work. The flight was at 10:45 and would fly us into Boston where we would catch a connecting flight to Augusta where my mother currently lives. We had a friend scheduled to give us a ride and so after work we ventured out to Rob’s parents house where the ride was going to pick us up at seven.
We were early but that was okay because Rob’s brother was in town with his twin sons and it was nice to see them again for even just a minute.
As we were saying goodbye to them so they could go back to their hotel, I whipped out my phone to take a picture and noticed a notification from JetBlue saying our reservation was cancelled.
Ummmm, what?
Long story short, Rob spent about a half an hour or so on hold and then speaking with the Jetblue staff. The flight was cancelled due to weather on the east coast and there was nothing to be done about it. We were rebooked on the same flight for the next night. We were now going to be missing a full day of our vacation.
There is a reason we book the red eye out on a Friday night. I only get a certain number of vacation days a year and I want to obviously maximize them if I can. When flying to Maine we lose almost two days traveling time so to lose another day was NOT cool.
Having said that, we went home and regrouped. There were only a couple of things that needed to be rescheduled and it didn’t seem like that bad of a crisis in the grand scheme of thing…just extremely frustrating.
The next day we managed to make the flight out of San Jose on time and all seemed right with the world. We got to our connecting flights gate in Boston and got some Dunkin Donut sandwiches because were were starving at that point and then waited almost two hours for them to tell us our flight was delayed by about an hour. The next announcement a half an hour later was that the flight was cancelled altogether.
Rob and I were already sleep deprived at this point and pretty much fed up with the airlines shit. We went up to the desk to see what we could do. They told us that we could get refunded or we could rebook for the five thirty flight that night–no guarantee that flight wouldn’t be cancelled either.
After speaking with a slightly more informative employee we were told there was a bus that was leaving in fifteen minutes that could take us to Augusta and get us there by one. It was nine fifteen in the morning at that point. We were told they would have to pull our bags from the current flight (what flight?? It was cancelled!!) and then we would have to race down and catch the bus. The instructions were all very vague but I was over flying at that point and told Rob we should just get the bus.
We ran downstairs and I went to retrieve the bags while Rob jetted out to catch the bus that no one seemed to know where it was. We made friends with another guy in the same boat and between the three of us we finally found the bus stop…where about 50 other people were waiting for the same bus.
About fifteen minutes later the bus finally pulled up and due to a weird quirk of fate, we were finally in the right place at the right time and were one of about 15 that got to board that already almost full bus.
That bus took us from Boston to Portland and then dumped us out at a station to catch another bus Augusta. We were last in line for that one and were very worried we wouldn’t get on, but thankfully we did.
FINALLY, after trying to start this trip on Friday night, we actually arrived at our destination at around 1:30 today.
The only shining beacon of hope in this story so far is that our contact at the HERTZ rental desk in Augusta is an absolute angel and goes above and beyond to make sure we get our rental car.
You see dear readers, this is not the first time that Jetblue has bent us over like this. Last year almost the exact same thing happened. We figured it was a fluke, but the bottom line is that the HERTZ desk in Augusta isn’t open on Sundays. Both trips we risked not getting our rental car and further ruining our plans, but Michelle has saved our butts both times. She got all the nessesary info from us including photos of our drivers licences and signature all via email and then had someone at the airport hold the keys and the paperwork for the car until we could get there to pick it up even though they were officially closed. If I ever meet Michelle, I’m buying her a steak dinner…or a diamond…or you know, just giving her a really big hug.
So she came through for us yet again and we were able to uber (yes, Maine finally has those now) over to the airport and get our rental car.
Since we hadn’t planned on coming into Maine on Easter Sunday we had an initial plan of stopping at a grocery store to get stocked up for our Airbnb and then getting our favorite take out food from a local restaurant. Well, as it turns out there isn’t Jack Crap open in August on Easter Sunday. No grocery stores, not even WALMART for crying out loud! EVERYTHING was closed. We managed for find a Subway that was opened and got some sandwiches to bring back to my mom and for us to eat later.
Finally we got to see my mom for a few hours but exhaustion was overtaking us. We bid mom farewell for the night and headed over to the Airbnb we booked where we are currently relaxing in our PJ’s and will probably not last much longer before heading into sleepy-nigh-nigh-land.
So we basically lost two whole days of our short one week trip and I’m not pleased about it, but I know there isn’t a whole helluva lot we can do about it.
I’m never flying into Maine in April ever again!!!
I Did A Thing – The Celexa Tapering Diaries
I’ve been on antidepressants my entire adult life. In case you need to do the math, I’m currently 44 years old.
I’ve been on Zoloft, Prozac, Welbutrin and Celexa in various lengths of time since I was in my late teens/early 20’s. Celexa was the last one that I tried and I have been on it for about 20 years now. I started at 20mgs for depression and around 15 years ago or so I had a doctor up it to 40 mg when my anxiety started in.
A few years ago I weened myself down to 20 mg again, but soon after my mom had a stroke and I was back up to the full dose.
Over the many years I have taken this drug there have been countless times when I have forgotten to take it for a day. The day after I forgot, I would be so riddled with anger and/or sadness. Crying for no reason, snapping at my husband over stupid things and just feeling a rage that I couldn’t explain.
On those occasions it made me realize that I obviously still needed to be on the medication full force since I had such a poor reaction when I didn’t take it. I was going to have to take this little pill for the rest of my life.
Since my husband had his heart attack, I have been trying to take a more active role in my health. I’ve been to the doctor, gotten my blood work done for the first time in … well, possibly ever. I found out my cholesterol was high, but after a CT scan showed zero calcification in my arteries, my doctor didn’t feel the need to put me on a statin. We are trying to lower it naturally.
She said my liver and kidney numbers were good, but it got me thinking about the fact that I’ve been taking a pharmaceutical daily for the last 20 years.
I’m not really big on medication. I take Advil when I absolutely have to for my period cramps, but as a whole I try to avoid taking anything that isn’t all natural. I haven’t always been this way but more so than not over the last ten years when I started working for a holistic doctor.
Anyhoo, I didn’t like the idea that I would have to be a slave to this little oval pill for the rest of my life.
I discovered CBD oil and that had really helped control my anxiety. I slowly began to wonder if I could see about at least lowering my dosage of Celexa.
I did some research and found that quitting any kind of SSRI is not recommended. There is a something that can happened called Antidepressant Discontinuation Syndrome that is VERY unpleasant. Symptoms include but are not limited to:
Catatonia
Chills
Depersonalization
Diarrhea
Difficulty Walking
Dizziness
Fatigue
Headaches
Impaired concentration
Insomnia
Irritability
Lightheadedness
Muscle pain
Nausea/vomiting
Paresthesia
Psychosis
Shock-like sensations
Suicidal thoughts
Vertigo
Visual disturbances
Vivid dreams
I don’t know about you, but none of those sound very fun to me, but neither does having to take meds every single day.
But in my research, I also found out that what I thought I knew about my body and mind needing this medication as evidenced by my missing pills wasn’t necessarily true. I thought that because I felt so icky and mean and sad after skipping a pill meant that it showed how I would be in everyday life without it. What was really happening was that my body was experiencing a slight amount of Antidepressant Discontinuation Syndrome.
Was in possible that I could feel good without these pills..eventually?
So for shits and giggles on July 12 2018, I cut my daily dose of Celexa down from 40mg to 30mg.
I’m not sure what I expected. I figured the worst that could happen is that I would feel horrible and just go back up to my full dose.
What I felt was a little more emotional. Sort of like I was PMSing, but it wasn’t my time of the month yet. I was more likely to cry over sad songs, happy endings in movies and even seeing an animal run over on the side of the road.
If I’m remembering correctly, that lasted about two weeks or so before it sort of regulated itself.
To be safe I stayed at that dose for 7 weeks before tapering down to 20mg.
I really wish that I had kept a daily journal of how I felt every day, but I honestly never thought this would last. What I remember is more of the same. Being more susceptible to emotions, good or bad. Tearing up a lot.
I believe that my anxiety was up a bit at that point and I had been having heart palpitations. To be fair I have been having them off and on all along. I was and am on a Keto diet and was when I was low on electrolytes I would get heart palpitations.
About four weeks into the 20 mg dosage, I started magnesium supplementation and that really helped with both the anxiety and the palpitations. Turns out most people are deficient in Magnesium, but that is a whole other blog.
I stayed on this taper for 8 weeks before cutting it down to 10 mg. That was on November 1st. I’ve been at that dose 8 days as of this writing.
Once again I began to feel more emotional during this taper. About the same level as both tapers before. If memory serves, the amplified emotions only last about two weeks or so. We’ll see if it goes longer this time. I’ve never been as low as 10 mg on Celexa before. Ever. I started at 20 and have always been at that or more often than not 40.
My plan is to stay at this level for another 7 or 8 weeks as long as I feel okay and then taper down to 5 mg.
Also in case anyone is wondering, I have cleared this with my doctor. I’m not officially doing it under her “supervision” but she knows that I am tapering and has told me that as long as I feel okay after 6 weeks I should be able to start another taper.
I will check in with her when I am ready to get started on the 5 mg taper because I will need to get a new prescription at that point for some 10 mg pills that I can half. I am still working with the 40 mg pills right now. I half them twice, but since they are oval it will not be possible for me to get an accurate 5 mg dosage out of the pills at that point.
The last couple of nights I did have a hard time getting to sleep, but once I did fall asleep I slept fine. Last night I finally got a good nights sleep and I feel really good today.
Not sure if the sleep thing is related to the most recent taper or not.
Overall, I’m really pleased with the progress. I do wish I had done some research much earlier, but there is nothing I can do about that now.
There is something so freeing about seeing a light at the end of the tunnel of medication that I assumed I was going to have to take for the rest of my life.
It makes me so happy at the thought of not having to take a drug every day to stabilize my mood.
I’ll try and keep better notes during the rest of this experiment and keep you updated.
So many crazies
So much has been going on in my head lately that very few people have been privy to. Once I lay it all out, you are going to wish you weren’t privy to it now. 🙂
It’s no real secret that since Rob had his heart attack in November, that I have been sure I have been having one as well, at various intervals in time. I have a panic disorder. I am also a hypochondriac. Put those two together and get ready for some amazing overreacting.
What I didn’t really realize is that I had probably been fearing the heart attack long before Rob had one. This is because panic attacks can cause chest pain and heart palpitations. I have been having these in varying degrees for years because of the anxiety.
The reality that my husband did indeed have a heart attack, just made all those fears come to the forefront and NEVER leave.
Once we got Rob squared away, I realized that I needed to get myself checked out. I hadn’t had blood work done or a physical performed since I don’t even know when. So I got a new doctor and started the process. She gave me a blood lab order which I promptly ignored until it was time to refill my antidepressant and they said they needed to see me and have the results of the labs. Damn.
So I sucked it up and went in.
Please keep in mind that I have been in the throws of some major upper level anxiety for months. I have been CONVINCED that I am about to/having a heart attack at least three times a day. I am aware enough to know that it COULD be a panic attack and that is what has kept me from going to the ER. I can’t financially afford an ER visit for a panic attack.
I did find after a friend had mentioned it and I read it in Wil Wheaton’s blog, that there could be relief in CBD oil. Not THC, or anything that gets you high, but a tincture of CBD that you hold under your tongue for a few seconds and then swallow. It has been known to show many improvements for people suffering from anxiety and depression.
I got me some and the first day I took it, it was amazing! I felt NORMAL. I didn’t even know what it felt like to feel normal anymore! I not only went to the grocery store that day, but I went to TWO of them. I went to the one that was further in to Carmel and not on my “safe driving route” for my anxiety — and I WAS FINE! Good even!
I used the oil that Monday when I got my blood work done and tried to find the right dosage and reaction through that week. I had days when I felt it worked better than others, but I also had days when nothing could touch my panic.
Like the day of my docs visit to go over my blood work results. I woke up to find that the lab’s app had delivered the results to me. I looked them up and discovered my cholesterol was REALLY high. My LDL was 150. INSTANT PANIC ATTACK that lasted all day. High cholesterol means heart attack, this was proving my theory! Nothing helped me that day. Or more than likely, they HAD helped me from suffering a full and total mental meltdown.
When I finally got to the doctors, she said that she wanted me to get a CT scan to check for calcification. She said that some people can have high LDL, but no calcification. If it came back with some, she would want to put me on a statin. If not, she would just have me exercise and eat better.
Calcification? Oh, you mean the arteries that I’m 98% sure are completely plugged up and causing my inevitable heart attack? You want me to confirm that? Crap.
I called the next day to set up my CT Scan and was told they couldn’t get me in until July 11th. Great, I can now look forward to three weeks of panic attacks(at the time).
Long story short, they ended up calling me last week to say they needed to up my appointment due to construction and them shutting the office down that week. Could I come in on Wednesday morning.
So I did.
Got the results late afternoon on Thursday. CT scan was normal. No calcification.
I haven’t felt that level of relief in a VERY long time. Well, maybe when I found out that Rob was okay after his angioplasty.
And just like that, the panic attacks stopped. The chest pain, the palpitations, the freakouts…all gone.
I’m not saying I will never experience them again because I do have a panic disorder, but for now, this is heaven.
Of note, in my blood work, my doctor told me vitamin D was next to nothing. I was at 12. Vitamin D deficiency can cause anxiety and depression. I started taking my vitamin D last Tuesday I believe. I do believe it helped me in feeling better, but mostly it was knowing I’m not going to drop any second of a heart attack. *knocks wood*
It’s funny to tell the story now, but this was for real kids. This was the kind of crazy shit that was going on in my brain on a daily basis for MONTHS. It was crippling to me.
Since Thursday evening, I have felt fine. I even worked out this morning for the first time in forever. I have been legit afraid to do any form of exercise, even walking, for fear that it would trigger the heart attack that I have been harboring for months now.
I cannot express how freeing and amazing this makes me feel.
I will still keep the CBD oil around as well as some passionflower extract that my friend Jenn recommended for anxiety because they both work and I am known to have acute anxiety when it comes to travel by flight or by car. Since we are driving to Vegas in December and flying to Maine again next year, I’m hoping they will come in handy for those situations.
Seriously dude, I can’t even tell you how it feels to be out from that debilitating anxiety. I hope it lasts.
To sum up, I have high cholesterol.
I have been diligent this week in cutting back on saturated fats. When Rob and I started low carb at his cardiologists suggestion, we went a bit off the chart. BACON! CHEESE! CHEESE COVERED BACON!! So we are working on eliminating processed meats and cheese. More chicken and fish and less pork rinds. 🙂 Plus, now that I am no longer waiting for my heart attack, *knocks wood* I will start working out again which is what my doctor wants me to do to lower the cholesterol.
I go to see her in another three months, where I will have blood work done again right before the visit in hopes that it has been lowered.
Maine 2018 Trip Report Part 2
Thursday we woke and got ready to head to Waterville. The plan was to meet up with my cousin Dot and her sister Helen for brunch at Governors restaurant. This has been a bit of tradition for a while now. Dot basically raised me and my brother when my parents were going through a divorce from my age of 10 to 13. They shuttled us over to Dot’s to spend the night so they could fight without us there. Like we didn’t know what was going on. Heh.
At any rate, some of my happiest memories of that time are of getting to go over to Dot’s house. As long as it wasn’t a school night, we got to stay up late and we ate actually ate our dinner around a table and talked. Plus she had a fireplace and that was just super cool to me. She basically let us be kids without getting too out of control. She was much more than just a cousin to me. She was a staple in all of the Wheelock grandchildren. Spending time with Dottie was an amazing luxury and I miss it. She shaped a lot of my happiness in my childhood.
She is now 93 years old and is as sharp as a tack. She and Helen together are like watching a stand up act. They are just so funny and on it. I can’t even explain unless you knew them, but they are so smart and funny and I just adore them.
We met them at the restaurant and had a wonderful brunch. Dot and Helen had just gotten new hearing aids like my mom, so they all compared notes. We ate until we were silly full and then headed over to Kmart to do a little shopping.
Once we were done, we bid them ado and headed to Clinton to meet up with my bestie from high school Kimmy and her daughter Emily.
Kimmy is my true best friend. I have known her since I was 14 years old and we got up to a lot of mischief when we were young. We have remained friends for all these years and while I moved away and we don’t keep in contact like we should, when we meet up it’s like no time has passed. She couldn’t get rid of me if she tried. 🙂
As I stated in the last entry, she has had a lot of health problems in the last two years. It infuriates me because they were all brought on my the medical establishment for what should have been a routine surgery…but I digress. That is not my tale to tell. It just kills me that she has had to go through all the shit that she has lately. She was the hardest working person next to my mother that I’ve ever known. When mom and I were poor with no food, she would use her meager “leftover” earnings to bring us the smallest amount of food, and it meant THE WORLD to us.
At any rate, last year she was still in the hospital when I saw her, so it was nice to see her in her home with her daughter.
We spent about three hours and we all got to play with her two white kitties. Mom was in HEAVEN, having just had to put her own cat down a couple months ago. She’s always been a cat person and she had to live 26 years without one once I was born as I am allergic.
Kim’s daughter Emily is one of the most well adjusted teenagers I have ever met. She takes great care of her mother and has a genuine love for life and doesn’t seem to fall into the pitfalls of teenage drama, like I have seen happen. This speaks volumes about how Kimmy raised her.
After our visit, we stopped at Cappza’s pizza on the way home for a proper hamburg pizza. The best place to have it when I grew up there was Sonny’s in Fairfield. It was a staple in our house and we had it often. From everything I have heard in the last few years, Sonny’s changed hands and changed their recipe. Cappza’s was recommended as a suitable replacement and it sure was. Tastes just like Sonny’s to me.
Friday morning we had to check out of the hotel. I was going to miss it, but not the price tag. Check out was painless and we were off to pick up my mom. There was a Thai food restaurant at the Augusta airport that Rob and I have always wanted to try but never seemed to be able to fit into our schedule. Well, Friday was Rob’s birthday and he demanded Thai food dammit! 🙂 Mom is skeptical of anything that isn’t meat, potatoes or pasta, but since it was Rob’s birthday, she agreed to go with us.
She ended up enjoying everything and we brought home lots of leftovers for her.
My memory at this point is fuzzy of that night, but I’m pretty sure we didn’t do much else. We spent the night at mom’s and the next day we drove the car back to the airport to turn it in and catch our flight.
Our puddle jumper to Boston was bumpy. It was very cloudy and it was raining in Boston. I was not pleased, but we did make it there safely. Once there we endured a four or five hour layover. Lots of sitting around reading and playing on our phones.
The flight home was pretty okay once we got above the rain clouds. I watched Ladybird which was pretty cool and listened to some podcasts. About an hour before we were to reach San Jose, a woman came up to the front where we were seated to wait for the restroom. I wasn’t paying that much attention until all of a sudden the people opposite us were pressing the call button repeatedly and waiving for the flight attendants.
I couldn’t see what was going on because there was a panel there where the woman was, but the next thing I know the flight attendants are on the intercom asking if there are any doctors or nurses on the plane. Talk about a panic attack.
Long story short, the woman felt faint and they sat her down. A couple of doctors or nurses came up to the front and from what I could see, they basically just sat around and shot the shit with each other while keeping the woman seated in the galley.
When we were cleared for landing, they sat the lady in an empty seat in the front and we landed safely. She waited there until we all left the plane. I hope she was okay.
The plane ride itself took about an hour longer than scheduled because apparently there were winds in the midwest. To avoid them, they took us up through Canada and back down, tacking on an extra hour to the flight. While I was grateful for the fact that we had less turbulence, it meant we were going to miss our shuttle home. We would land just in time to catch it, but the fact that we had to wait for luggage meant we would miss it.
That also meant we would have to wait two hours for the next shuttle. Like the day hadn’t been long enough already!
So we made our way to baggage claim and waited on our luggage resigned to the fact that we would not be getting home until about three in the morning.
We pulled out bags alongside us as we made our way to the shuttle bus pick up area. We saw a gentleman sprinting there in front of us and we figured he was probably on our flight and was in the same predicament, but he was on his phone and looking around fervently. As we settled in at the pickup spot, the guy kept darting out into the road, obviously looking for something. A few seconds later a Monterey Airbus pulled up. The bus we thought we missed. The bus that THANKFULLY was running 45 minutes late!
We were thrilled!! And it turned out that guy had been on the phone with the dispatch and they were telling him it was coming as he was speaking to them.
The rest of the trip home was uneventful. My father in law picked us up and brought us to his house where our car and our dogs were. We loaded up both and were on our way home.
Overall it was a very good trip. Got some good Mom time in and some alone/vacation time as well.
The more I go back to Maine, the more I realize that the friends that I see aren’t as plentiful as I used to, but these are the friends that put the effort into contacting me and making sure that we see each other when I come out. The friends that I have had forever and the ones that I can always pick right back up with no matter how much time has passed since we have spoken. So while I didn’t get to see “everyone” I got to see the ones that counted.
Next trip: VEGAS BABY! I can’t wait for December!
Maine Trip Report 2018 Part One
Dear readers, I am afraid our tale of travel starts on a sour note this time.
We had booked our trip with our usual flight – a red eye out of San Jose to Boston on Friday night after work, followed by a three hour layover in Bean Town on Saturday morning and a Cape Air puddle jumper to Augusta, ME. We have used this route for years and never had a problem.
Welp, not this time. We began to get notices of a flight delay in the late afternoon. It started with a half an hour and grew to an hour and then by the time we pulled up to Rob’s parents house so they could drop us off at the shuttle, it was saying it was delayed until midnight. It was then that I got an email from JetBlue telling us that the delay was going to cause us to miss our connecting flight in Boston to Augusta and that we should call them ASAP to rectify the situation.
Rob hopped on the phone to them while I called the shuttle to tell them we would not be making the shuttle we paid for and would need the later one. They were perfectly fine and the change was made in minutes. JetBlue however took much longer.
Long story short: Jetblue re-booked us on a flight the next morning out of San Francisco at eight with a connecting puddle jumper in Boston an hour after we landed.
While that got us to Augusta only 8 hours later than we would have, it put a huge snag in getting our rental car because they would be closed by the time we got there and wouldn’t reopen until Monday.
Side note here – we didn’t think about this until we had gotten home – JetBlue could have saved a lot of problems for us by keeping us on the delayed San Jose flight and simply moving us to that later Cape Air flight. Why they didn’t think of this I do not know, because it would have saved them a lot of money too. Instead they booked us on the San Fran flight and put us in the extra leg room seats no extra charge on our flight there and back at no extra charge.
Another side note – the San Jose flight ended up not being delayed as much as they thought and we would have made the connecting flight on the original flight plan.
While all of this was frustrating to us the first day of our trip, it was what it was and we can’t change it now.
So we got up at one thirty Saturday morning, showered and drove to Rob’s parents so his dad could drive us to the Marina shuttle bus pick up at 3:45 AM. Tired yet? Yeah, so were we.
The first thing I learned about flying out of SF instead of SJ is that the plane is nicer. There is a 1st class cabin and the coach seats are a bit nicer and have touchscreen tablets in the back of the headrests with more entertainment options than the SJ flight. Not a huge selling point, but it was nice just the same.
Both flights went off without a hitch. While we were waiting in Boston for our flight, Rob emailed the local Hertz counter in Augusta where we had our rental car reservations and told our tale of woe. They wrote back and asked for some information including pictures of our drivers licenses and told us that they would leave the keys and the contract with the Cape Air desk in Augusta. So even though the car place would be closed, we would get our rental car. HUGE relief as we wouldn’t have to rearrange so many plans when we got there.
The car they had waiting for us was a brand new Ford Fusion. It had 2000 miles on it and was super fancy inside. It literally took me ten minutes once inside the car, to figure out how to start it.
With a quick stop at Hannafords to get some simple groceries for dinner that night we headed up to my mom’s apartment and crashed.
The original plan was to have dinner at Red Barn with my adopted sister Naomi and her brood, but we arrived to late. We moved the plans to lunch the next day and had an easy dinner at moms that night.
The next day we got up and met Naomi, her husband Dan and all five of their combined children. I had to pick them up in shifts. LOL!
We had a lovely lunch at the Red Barn(my favorite restaurant in all of Maine) and it was good to catch up. Originally mom was going to join us but she felt a bit unsteady on her feet that morning and declined. On the way back I brought Naomi up to the apartment so they could visit since they hadn’t seen each other in years.
After I brought Nae home Rob and I took a trip to Walmart for all the things we might have forgotten and then rested a bit at moms before heading out to meet one of my oldest friends Katherine at Big G’s for an early dinner.
We had a great visit and then it was off to moms for an early night as we were still adjusting to the time difference.
Monday was Moms favorite day of each trip as it was Casino day!! We packed up our bags again and drove an hour or so to Oxford Maine. Home of one of the two casinos that Maine has to offer. We have been to both and mom prefers this one, so that is where we go from now on. Last year they were working on the hotel that would attach to the casino but it wasn’t done so we stayed across the street at a Hampton Inn. It had a shuttle bus that went to and from the Casino but Mom had a really hard time with the stairs on it so she was super looking forward to being able to just take an elevator down to the casino whenever she wanted on this trip.
Check in was painless. We had originally booked a regular room for us and an ADA room for Mom because last year the bed was too high for her in a regular room. Welp, the ADA room was clear at the end of the hall and our room was right by the elevators. Since the bed heights were the same she opted to switch rooms with us so she would have less walking to do. The result was we had a funky shower but a MUCH bigger room than normal.
Mom soon realized that going down the casino without us wasn’t a good idea. She didn’t divulge to us how much money she lost in the hour she went without us, but she said she probably shouldn’t have done it.
When we eventually did go down together, we all stuck pretty close. The way we play slots is just for fun. We find three machines next to each other and then we all take turns on our machines. Mom will play a round and we will watch, then Rob will play around and Mom and I will watch and so on and so forth. It makes the time stretch and therefore we don’t spend as much money as if we were just sitting there hitting the button over and over.
After a few hours we called it a night, getting some food from the “pub” right before the elevators to the rooms that was surprisingly good and heading up to the rooms.
The next morning we hit the slots one more time for Mom before heading out. We cashed out all her tickets and it turned out that she had broken even on the trip. She was very pleased.
We drove straight through to Mom’s apartment and spent a little time with her there. This was our free day. We had booked a hotel room for the next three nights. Most of our days were to be spent out and about with Mom and friends but that day, it was ours.
We stopped at Target and then checked into the brand new Homewood Suites in Augusta. It was AMAZING! It was pricier than we wanted to pay, but in the end it was worth every penny. Plus, since I am a Hilton Reward member, this will serve towards points on our next trip.
It was basically a little studio apartment and it fit our needs wonderfully. We relaxed and watched TV and I hit the pool. It was fabulous.
Wednesday we were supposed to meet up with my bestie from High School Kimmy. She has had a lot of health problems in the last year and a half and she texted me that morning that she wasn’t feeling up for it so we said no problem. We changed our plans a little. We had originally planned to take Mom to her favorite ice cream place on Friday, but since we now had the afternoon free, we called picked her up and took her out.
When we were done, Mom wasn’t ready to go home yet. She rarely gets out and about so she suggested we go for a drive.
We ended up in Lewiston at the Marden’s there. I hadn’t been there in years and I was excited for Rob to see one of the original locations. He had been to the new one in Waterville, but it wasn’t the same.
We got quite a few little trinkets and then headed home. Mom hadn’t been on the back-road to Lewiston and back for easily 20 years so it was fun for her to see what was new and what was still there. She kept us entertained will all her stories of what “used to be there.” 🙂
We dropped her off and took off for another night of TV, pool and relaxation. We had a couple of salads delivered that night simply because we were sick of fried foods at that point.
My Morning Routine
In an effort to start blogging more I am starting to use writing prompts, this is my first one.
I’m pretty sure that this type of prompt is for someone who doesn’t just roll out of bed and go to work like me, but I’ll humor it anyway.
On weekdays I set my alarm for 7:00 AM. I have to be into work at nine. I will then hit my snooze button several times. On a good day I will wake right before the final snooze and check out the social media on my phone, but most days I just snooze it until eight and haul my tired ass out of bed.
I then brush my hair, weigh myself and get in the shower.
Shower takes very little time on a good day. Shampoo, Condition, wipe down the old bod and rinse. Done. Some days there is shaving involved and that does take a few extra minutes.
Out of the shower I towel off and put my hair up in a turban to get it out of the way. Next is the brushing of the teeth, followed by applying deodorant. This is very important. If I don’t do this in order, I will tend to forget a step and no one wants that. After deodorant, I liberally apply neck and chest cream and a little bit of moisturizer to my cheeks if it is the winter because that shit gets dry. I have super sensitive skin and can only put a small number of things on my face without causing problems. I know this will come back to bite me in the ass and already is in the wrinkle department, but I can’t walk around looking like a lobster either.
Next I Qtip the ears and head into the bedroom where I get dressed. Dressing is not a huge ordeal for me as I only have a few different sets of clothes that I wear on a daily basis. Mostly jeans and ill fitting shirts. My body is still a work in progress after losing 30 lbs last year and I’ve yet to update my wardrobe much. Plus I’m only going to work and as much as I love my co-workers, they’ve seen me before and I don’t really need to impress.
After I am dressed, I grab my phone and Ipad off their respective chargers and go back into the bathroom where I remove the turban and brush out my hair. I fantasize about doing something fancy with it, but it’s wet and I don’t have time so I part it on the right side and brush out the tangles.
Out in the living room/kitchen I grab whatever lunch we prepared from the night before and stuff it into my backpack, adding some fruit or hard boiled eggs or bread to toast for breakfast. I make sure I have everything I need and then head out the door. OCD makes me stop and make sure I’ve shut the fridge door and that none of the heaters are still on and then I’m in my car.
Once at work I put my breakfast/lunch in the fridge and gather my tea and water. I gave up caffeine a few months ago when my anxiety was peaking, but I really missed having something hot to drink in the morning. I’ve never been a fan of tea, but with a big of research I discovered Roiboos Tea(pronounced RoyBoss). It is a sweeter tea that has no caffeine and a relaxing property about it. I have fallen in love with it and start every morning with it. I add a splash of vanilla coffee creamer and a tsp of honey and I’m good to go.
With beverages in hand I return to my desk and if I hadn’t had the foresight or time the previous night to arrange my vitamins I will do so. I split them into three doses because there is a lot of them and put them in their respective shot glasses.
The rest is boring work stuff.
Fascinating no?
Letter to my 15ish year old self
Dear Kelly,
Hey girl. So I noticed that you were going through some shit. Like, seriously angsty shit. And I totally get that some of it is legit.
It’s not fun to get beaten up by your brother like you do. It’s even worse when people laugh at your problem and tell you that all siblings fight and that you are being super over dramatic. It’s even more worse when they do that behind your back and you hear about it after they told you how much they believe you and want to help you out of your situation. It sucks.
On this one, I can’t say that it won’t be a hard road ahead. It’s going to take years of therapy as an adult and a serious case of PTSD and let’s face it, a bunch of different meds until you find the right one…but you will survive. You will not only survive, but you will eventually rise above it and be able to tolerate your brother in small doses. He was going through a lot of shit too and you just happened to be the nearest punching bag…literally. Your fears that he is going to grow up to beat his future wife are unfounded, thankfully. He has found a balance.
On that note, that cutting thing that you are doing to fill the void? Knock it off. It feels like the right thing to do and I know that you just want to “feel the pain” to make it go away, but seriously. Knock it the fuck off. Later in life, you are going to wish that you don’t have so many scars. Because guuurrrrlll, we are going to have stretch marks and the two together are just not pretty.
Okay, now that the hard stuff is out of the way, you will find love. It will NOT be with any of the guys you had one sided crushes on in high school, but you will. I know it is painful to think that ***** and ***** will never know you exist, let alone be your first kiss, but I promise you that there are much better men out there and you will meet “the one”. Also, stop basing your importance in life on the fact that you have to have a man and be in love. If you can just let go of that, you can do amazing things. Realize that your self worth is not based on the fact that you are loved by a member of the opposite sex. You are having Daddy issues and that is a whole other blog… 😉
Also, don’t fall for the first guy that is cute and winks in your direction. You may feel like no guy will ever go for you and you better jump on that train before it speeds away, but that is so not true. You want to go with your heart and flip head over heels, but take a step back and look at it reasonably. (PS: I know that you will never do this because when you are a teen, there is no taking a step back and looking at it reasonably, at the prospect of love – especially first love) If you could do this, you might save yourself a few months of heartache.
Your friends are not always your friends and that is okay. High school is a fucking cesspool of human emotions and hormones. Every single person there is learning to try and be their own person while wanting desperately to be accepted, just like you. Here’s the thing, the acceptance part doesn’t mean shit. It feels like it does at your age…very much. It feels like your world is going to end when your “friends” decide they no longer like you for whatever reason and leave you sitting alone in the dark. It’s okay to feel that, because it does indeed suck ass. However, you cannot control how or why they came to that decision. I can almost guarantee you that it was influenced by something someone that they admired said and it caused this sort of ripple effect. Whether or not they agreed with that person, they didn’t want to be the person that they would insult next and cause their own social problem, so they played along. It sucks. It is inevitable. Children are childish.
This next one goes along the same vein…Fuck their judgements. Like seriously. What you love today and tomorrow is going to have absolutely no bearing on your friends or foes lives in the future, so fuck ’em. Love that band that everyone hates. Enjoy writing stories, songs or poems that other people think are stupid. Dance when everyone is snickering. ENJOY YOUR LIFE. It is not for other people to dictate to you how to live your life. This will be the hardest lesson to learn and more than likely, you won’t even realize it until you are well into adulthood. I’m sad about that, because I think about all the years of creativity wasted.
Peer pressure is dumb. When your friends tells you that they would feel much more comfortable with you if you just took a drag off their cigarette(and this is totally going to happen to you), stick to your guns and say no. You won’t want to do it, but you will feel pressured into it and that will in turn break that seal that you had on the fear of smoking/drinking/whatever. A fear of smoking is a healthy thing. Once you take that drag you will no longer care about how it might affect you. You already did it and you are still alive! So now it’s not biggie and you will try to bum smokes from friends. You aren’t addicted yet, but dang…aren’t I cool because all my friends smoke and now I do too. You will soon become handcuffed to a very unhealthy and expensive habit.
And, take it easy on your mom. She is also going through her own personal hell right now and on top of that she is responsible for two lives other than her own. She is doing the best she can and that is all she can do. You asking for things you don’t need and cannot afford are not helping. She feels guilty and responsible for the fact that your dad isn’t around and you are fucked up by it. She will go out of her way to get you that coveted item you think you need, even if it means going in to debt. You don’t understand that now, or maybe you do and don’t care. She just wants you to be happy, but she also doesn’t want you to follow in her footsteps in the bad decisions that she has made. She worries constantly about how you are going to turn out because she is working 60 hours a week to support you and cannot be there as much as she likes. So please, lighten up on her. You and your brother are pretty much all that she has right now and you are both being dicks.
I realize this is all very well for my 43 year old self to tell you. I’ve lived it. But in the end, I know that you are stubborn and you want to make your own mistakes. I can’t stop you from doing that. I can only caution you and hope you heed my warnings. Knowing myself like I do, I’m sure you won’t. Everything is a learning process, and I wouldn’t be the person that I am if I didn’t go through all the angst of my teenage/early 20’s years.
But seriously, don’t start smoking!
Broken Husband
So some serious stuff has been going down in the Mackadoo Estates.
The Monday before last my husband was complaining of being run down. He figured he was coming down with a cold or blamed it on the super late gig he had the night before. I believe on Tuesday it was, he stayed home from work.
When questioned what was going on, he just said: “I feel weird…but I took some cold medicine and that is what happens when I take cold meds.” The next day he still felt “weird” and under the weather, but he is in the year end time for his work and had to go in. The next few days were a lot of the same. Going into work and coming home and going to bed really early. Sleeping for almost 12 hours a night – and that is highly unusual for him.
Rob and I have a compromise when it comes to sickness. If it isn’t getting better in a few days, we go to the doctor. Usually, we never have to resort to that, but we have a couple times.
Late in the week he started complaining of jaw pain. It was always on both sides so that ruled out a cavity. I wondered about TMJ, but he was able to stave it off with Advil so we let it go.
That weekend he let me know that he had sometimes been having chest pressure with the jaw pain. He had looked it up and those were symptoms of a mild heart attack.
Long story short…
On Sunday night we had an argument discussion about how he wasn’t going Urgent Care per our agreement and that wasn’t fair. He wasn’t getting any better, he was just getting by. He swore that if he wasn’t 100 percent better in the morning he would go to the Doc In A Box. Fine.
Monday morning he woke me up saying that he wasn’t feeling well, but that his work was waiting for an important document to be emailed and if they had gotten it by 8:30 he would head into work and then to Urgent Care. If not he would head to Urgent Care and then work.
So I headed into work and on my first morning break I found an email from him stating he was too sick to drive himself to UC. He said maybe he would have me bring him later that night when I got home, or in the morning. I called him and told him I was coming home to get him.
My work was so cool about the whole thing, I gave them the readers digest version and they said: “see ya!” and I was out the door.
The wait time at UC was about an hour and a half. An hour and a half of sitting in a room full of sick people. One kid in particular who had never been taught to cover his cough and was hacking openly around the room while he looked for magazines to read. Not cool.
When we finally got into a room they performed an EKG and deemed it had a slight abnormality. Given his symptoms and the EKG she directed us to the ER. She told us that there was a blood test that could determine whether or not he had had a heart attack and only the hospital could perform it. They gave him some Aspirin to chew and made us sign a waiver that we were not going to be transported by ambulance and off we went.
At this point I am freaking out. I mean, I know we looked up the symptoms and heart attack was one of the causes, but that couldn’t possibly be what had happened! My husband is only 50 years old! Plus, he’s my husband, so he’s invincible duh! However, I hold my shit together because this is just the beginning of our journey and I can’t fall apart yet.
I drive him to the ER and because the UC had faxed over the info, we were taken in 1st thing for another EKG. After that it was a lot of waiting around and then answering questions, then waiting around and checking vitals, then waiting around and verifying insurance, then waiting around and getting a blood test. The ER was absolutely slammed and so we are now again subjected to a bunch of ppl hacking their heads off.
Finally we get an ER room and he is hooked up to a monitor. After a few minutes the ER doc pokes his head in and says that not all the labs are back but it looks like he did in fact have a heart attack and they are waiting on the rest of the labs and someone from radiology to take a chest xray. He quickly starts to disappear behind the curtain, but um no.
“I’m sorry, which labs are back and how do you know that he had a heart attack?” Asked the normally soft spoken wife.
The doc then went on to explain to us that when one has any sort of heart trauma, a chemical is released into the bloodstream and stays there for like a week (details are sort of fuzzy on this so I might have the timeframe wrong). The test did show that chemical in Rob’s blood. He told us he would be back when he knew more.
People began to come in and out and check on different things and Rob started cracking jokes. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. I will always thank him for that and I suspect the whole reason he did it was to keep me from melting down.
Everything else happened at a lightening quick pace. The chest xray showed his heart was not too large and his lungs were not filled with fluid so that was good news. A cardiologist came in and explained they would need to perform an angiogram to check his heart for blockages. They would go in either thru his groin or his wrist and shoot some dye into his arteries to see what was going on. She gave us three scenarios:
1) No blockages and it was just some random heart blood vessel blip.
2) Blockages that are not too severe that they can insert balloons and stents to clear them.
3) Major blockages and they need to go in for open heart surgery.
They gave us all the specifics of everything so we understood that if they had to do stents that he would have to be on a blood thinner for at least a year as well as all the risks for surgery.
Before I knew it, they were rolling him out of the room and I was driving home to let the dogs out and feed them, have a small breakdown and head back.
In the hour and a half it took for me to do that, he was already out and in good spirits.
They had found one artery that was 100 percent blocked so they put in one stent and that was that. He was told that he was on bedrest for the next couple of hours and he was not to put any sort of stress or pressure on the right wrist where they had performed the angioplasty.
They brought him some food, but he had passed the point of starvation hunger where his stomach could tolerate much. He had a little bit of chicken noodle soup and a bite of bread and then I brought a basin over because he was ready to hurl. He managed to keep it down but we then had to figure out the bed pan situation because he had to pee.
With that taken care of he took a little more food and was ready to rest. I think we saw a nurse that explained more at some point but honestly, things were a bit of a blur by that time. I was running on sheer adrenaline and was ready to crash at any moment.
Eventually Rob told me to go home and go to sleep, there was nothing more I could do since he was going to go to sleep. So I did.
I must say this. I texted a few ppl while I was waiting in the ER for Rob and every single one of them offered to come sit with me. I’m not saying that that I don’t know how much my friends mean to me, I’m just saying that it takes a crisis like this to put it in perspective.
So I went home and the dogs were very confused as to why Father wasn’t home with us. The fact that I was bawling my head off probably did not help the situation. I got on chat with my good friend Koly who immediately offered to come down and spend the night. I politely refused because I was not in a way where I could see anyone face to face. Chat was fine because I could walk away, but I was basically an emotional wreck and to have someone in front of me telling me it would be fine would be my breaking point.
I tossed and turned all night getting very little sleep. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but the way I was sitting all day in the waiting room chairs while staring down at my phone had strained my upper back pretty badly. That in turn was calling on my pectoral muscles to compensate. So basically every time I laid down I would get a pain in my chest and be convinced I was having a heart attack as well. Did I mention I’m a hypochondriac? Yeah, there is that. Every single pain, I was wide awake thinking: “No Kelly, you cannot have a heart attack now! Rob is having his. I cannot afford to upset him at this stage in the game!” I know, I’m quite the prize.
In the morning work had already cleared me not to come in. We were told by the nurse that it was hopeful Rob would be discharged that day. I showered and contemplated a cat nap, but I was plagued by the same problems as the night before.
Eventually around 8 or so Rob texted me that he had no news, but to head on over whenever I wanted, so I did.
We spent the day hanging out in his room. When he slept I would go out and find a comfy chair in the lobby to rest on since his room only had one of the waiting room chairs to sit in.
After his walking around with no complications and staying until the afternoon, he was finally discharged. He is to be on 5 different meds and we have a follow up appointment with the cardiologist that performed the angioplasty on Tuesday to go over all the information.
I went into work on Wednesday because Rob said he felt fine. I kept my phone out with permission from my boss’ in case he needed anything(he didn’t), and by mid day I had this wicked tickle in the back of my throat. I kept clearing my throat and then there was a flood of post nasal drip that was happening. Our office Christmas party was that night so while I attended that, my heart wasn’t in it. I wasn’t feeling well and I was just wanting to be with my husband. I did have fun, but was glad to get home where I could get comfy and make sure Rob was okay.
Thursday morning I woke feeling decidedly under the weather, but not so much that I couldn’t go into work. I had the post nasal drip thing and was feeling kind of funky as well has a dry cough and a feeling of weirdness.
The weirdness turned out to be a fever. I checked my fever at work and found it to be about 101.5 at the max. I took and Advil and finished what I needed to workwise before heading home around three.
Now the last thing I wanted was for Rob to catch whatever this plague was that I picked up in UC so we brought down the air mattress from storage and put that in the front room for him to sleep on.
I went to sleep around six that night but couldn’t get any solid sleep until around eleven. Every time I laid down I would start coughing. I managed to get about six hours of sweaty sleep. My fever had gone down to 99.6 but was still lingering. I took another Advil and then a shower and was off to work. I was still icky but felt better than I had the night before when I had no appetite and no interest in doing anything but laying in bed.
Made it through work sanitizing my hands every five seconds and covering cough so not to get my coworkers sick and headed home. I posted up in the bedroom with my laptop and wrote most of this blog before conking out and getting a really good nights sleep finally.
I woke up around three this morning coughing and hacking up all the crap that had been ingested into my lungs over the past couple of days, but my fever had finally broken without the assistance of Advil and overall I felt pretty darn good comparatively. Dropped off again around six thirty this morning and woke drenched in sweat around 10:30.
The bed in the bedroom has been stripped and dressed with fresh bedding and Rob is napping in there while I enjoy feeling mostly human for the first time in a couple of days. All my germy sheets an blankets are in the process of being laundered and even though it is cold, I have some windows open to get some clean air circulating.
So far Rob swears he doesn’t like he is getting sick. And the good news is that he has been taking Congaplex (an all natural immune booster) since last Monday at my request when he thought he was getting sick, so hopefully that will work in his favor. *knocks wood* I really don’t want him to get this. The coughing alone would cause such stress on his newly mending body. Ug.
So that has been my week.
What I have learned from this adventure (that is not over yet):
I have amazing friends and family. Again, not that I didn’t know that before, but when put to the test it proves to you who really cares about you and who doesn’t and ppl really stepped up.
I am stronger than I think I am. Not by much, because I’m pretty much a basketcase 80% of the time. However when I need to be, I can hold it together to get what needs to be done. When it is done, I will crawl into the corner and cry for hours, but NOT until then.
Stress + The Flu = An excellent weight loss tool. As of this morning, I have lost 7 pounds since Monday. 😉
In all seriousness though, while this week has been rough and I still haven’t fully comprehended it all yet, I am grateful. I’m so grateful that we caught it when we did. I’m so grateful that we heeded the warning signs and didn’t take it that lightly. I’m grateful for the amazing technology in modern medicine (while I may not agree with all of it) that got my husband on the way to healing so quickly.
Also, hug your friends and family and tell them you love them. Every day.
Vegas Trip Report 2017
We left around nine in the morning on Saturday the 18th from Monterey California. We normally head out after work on that Friday night but a friend of ours was having a Pre Thanksgiving party in Tehachapi so we just rearranged our plans by half a day. The result was more traffic than we are used to, but we still made really good time.
The party was nice, lots of great food and great people. We stayed for about two hours before hitting the road again.
The rest of the drive was pretty uneventful, thank goodness. We arrived with plenty of time to check in for our one night at the Downtown Grand and grab some food for later before getting ready for the show of the night.
We had never stayed at the Downtown Grand and since the price was right and we like to hit downtown at least once per trip we booked the first night there. It was sheer luck that we found out a few days prior to leaving that GWAR would be playing downtown that night.
I was not familiar with their music, but obviously knew of them from their wild stage antics. My husband had always wanted to see them, but without actually putting in much of an effort to make that happen. So when this landed in our laps, he was pretty happy.
We checked into the room with no problem. The room was cute but quirky. There was no temperature control in the room. There was this weird vent thing that led directly to outside, but no real way to control how warm or cool it was. It turned out to be a non issue for us because we were literally in the room to sleep and shower, but it was just weird to me.
My husband headed out to see the opening bands for the show and I walked down to Pizza Rock to get some calzones for when we got back from the show. I brought them back up to the room and had some drinks while waiting for my husband to text that GWAR was about to go on.
When he did, I walked down to the venue and joined him. We were pretty close, I’d say about third row on the right.
The show was totally worth it. It was loud and I couldn’t understand any of the lyrics, but the theatrics and stage blood that showered the audience was just hilarious and a great time. We got soaked as did the rest of the audience and we loved every minute of it.
As we walked back to our room, people were waiting in line to get into a club. One kid looked at me and said: “Where did you get all the blood??”
I said: “GWAR baby!” and he said: “OH MY GOD, NO WAY!!!” It was pretty funny and proves that to some people, seeing a GWAR show can be a bit of a bragging right.
We were exhausted from the drive and the show so we got back up to the room, ate and hit the bed right after a quick shower to wash the blood off. (BTW, it took a total of two showers and multiple scrubbing to get that crap completely off. Also, the bra I wore to the show is stained forever. I soaked it for two days and it looks like a weird tie dye massacre)
Day Two
Woke up and showered again. This was the day we were to move over to the Flamingo, but had a little time to kill. We headed over to a dispensary. My husband has a medical card and had visited this particular location before, but since it is legal now this was my first chance to go in and check it out. Pot is not my cup of tea. It makes me feel very out of sorts and not in a good way most of the time so I can only handle the tiniest quantities and generally try to avoid it, but it was really cool to see all the stuff and the whole process of obtaining it.
From there we hit the grocery store next door to get more water, sodas and snacks and finally headed over to the Flamingo. Interesting thing that has changed from last year is they are charging for parking now unless you are a platinum or up member. I guess this is just the way it is going to be from now on with all the big casinos in Vegas. Sucks.
On a plus side, you can see the Bellagio fountains from the top floor of the parking garage.
Checked into the room early. Our room was not ready but a similar room was if we were interested. It wasn’t as nice as we usually have in the GO rooms off of the Spa tower but getting able to check in early for a slightly less nice room was worth it to me so we said yes.
We relaxed in the room for a bit. My husband opted for a nap and I headed downstairs to gamble for a few. Didn’t have much luck, but a couple of Buffalo machines kept me busy for a little while.
Tail tucked between my legs, I returned to the room to find an awake and very hungry husband. We decided on Margaritaville for some take out and ventured back downstairs. While we waited a took a few more pics of the surrounding strip area.
We didn’t do much else this day because we wanted a day to chill before the next couple of busy days.
Day Three
Hotel room change. We had double booked the Flamingo with a two night MyVegas comp at the Mirage.
Our original plan was to grab some White Castle and hit the wax museum this morning before checking into the Mirage, but my husband’s stomach has other ideas.
I’m pretty sure he has gallstones and has for a couple of years, but he refuses to go to the doctor. Anyhoo, had a flair up this morning and it took until around noon until he felt better.
No biggie as we had no plans on Friday so we will just figured we would move the museum to that day.
We got up, showered and caught a cab to The Mirage. We didn’t realize how close it was so we figured we would probably just walk back when we return to the Flamingo on Wednesday.
Check in was a breeze. I didn’t do the 20 dollar trick but was offered a one bedroom suite for 75 bucks a night and took it. Since this reservation was a Myvegas comp, I had no problem with this at all. The desk clerk said it’s normally 150 for this upgrade but because the week before thanksgiving is a slower time The had cut the price.
At any rate, this suite was bigger than my friggin house. I’m pretty sure I want to live there.
We enjoyed the room very much but soon it was time to get ready for our 5:00PM reservation for Portofino. We got a 2 for 1 entree comp via MyVegas so we got dressed up and headed out.
It was all very nice. The food was amazing. I felt the service could have been a little faster given how few there were in their at that time of night. It took us about fifteen minutes to settle our bill after we gave them our credit card. Also, there was a photographer going around taking pictures of people before their meal and I found that a little obnoxious, but that’s just me. Overall though, we really enjoyed it.
We ordered the Burrata Agnolotti and the Veal Osso Buco. We shared them both and each was equally good.
Once dinner was done we headed over to the theater to see the Beatles LOVE Circ show. We both got tickets comped by MyVegas and since we had never seen a Circ show, we were really excited!
The show did not disappoint! I’m really afraid of heights and our seats were in the third tier, so I was a little freaked out at first, but once the show got started I was just in awe! So much talent and the music and effects! Everything was just fantastic!
Once the show was over we didn’t really want to leave the room because it was so nice. Eventually I went down to Pantry to get a midnight snack and was waited on by a fella with a mullet tucked into his collar. Listening to him try and flirt with the chick beside me and seem super intelligent, made me giggle. A lot.
He couldn’t have been more than 18 if he was a day.
Back up in the room we ate, watched TV and hit the hay
Day Four
Today was my girls day. My friend Koly was in town as well and she was going to treat me to a Spa day at the Reliquary Spa at the Hard Rock. We arrived around 11:00 and spent a couple hours in the saltwater pool before getting our individual massages and then hitting the hot tub and the pool yet again. I have no pictures because this was all about us and the relaxation. I rarely get to spend this much time with Koly anymore so this was very nice just to catch up and hang out.
Around four we got showered and ready to head over to Harrah’s. We had comp tickets to Menopause the Musical and wanted to get a bite at the Diamond lounge before the show. That is exactly what we did.
I have seen Menopause years ago with my mom. I decided to see it again for two reasons. 1, I am much more closer to the change than I ever was when I first saw it and can relate a lot more and 2, I was excited about the addition of Cindy Williams.
Well, #2 turned out to be a bust as she had injured herself and would not be in the show that night. There was no understudy, and the show was the same as when I saw it before. That tells me that Cindy Williams is probably only there to give sight gags. What I saw on youtube backs that up, but I was still disappointed I didn’t get to see her. I am a HUGE fan of Laverne & Shirley.
Still, it was a really nice day and I was glad I got to share it with Koly. She actually owns a theater company where we live (it’s how we met) and it was interesting to just be with her in an audience where she or I had nothing to do with the show. Normally she is directing and I’m acting. It was funny when we compared notes after, how we had mentally casted the roles with the local talent we are familiar with in our area and we were both pretty much in agreement. LOL!
We said our goodbyes and I headed back to the Mirage.
My husband had decided to head back over to the Flamingo that day since he had more toys in our room there. He didn’t want to be bored and watch TV all day in the room when he had his guitar and paint supplies over at the other room. He’s not much of a gambler.
I got up to the room and had some cocktails. I went downstairs and played some machines but my luck was just not with me this trip at all. I machine hopped more than I cared to and couldn’t hit a thing. Finally, I threw in the towel and hit Pantry for another midnight snack to soak up the cocktails. Mullet boy was there but this time I was waited on by a large man with a booming accent that kept calling me sweetheart, honey and baby (icky shudder!), at least the fish and chips were good.
1st Solo Trip to Vegas – picture heavy.
I’ve been wanting to take a solo trip to Vegas for a while now. In fact we just got back from Vegas in April, and that started out as a solo trip for me and suddenly turned into a partial solo trip for Rob
with me joining him for the last three days of it. Not sure how that happened, but alas, he gets much more time off of work than I do.
Well, this month my work decided to shut down on a random Friday to get our new cubicles up and running. As I was bragging about this to my husband that I actually had a day off and he didn’t, he mentioned that it would be perfect timing for a flight to Vegas. You see, Allegiant flies out of our hometown in a straight shot to Vegas and back, but only twice a week. Once on Thursdays and once on Sundays.
It was too perfect! Rob had a gig that Saturday so he wouldn’t be able to go. I should note that it’s not that I don’t enjoy traveling with my husband, because I very much do. In fact, he keeps me sane
most of the times when something goes awry during a trip. But I have been reading solo trip reports online, and the fact that he enjoyed his own solo portion of the last trip, made me want to try it. It would be an opportunity to go do and see the things that he isn’t really interested in. I know he would go with me, but he’d bored out of his mind and I’d feel the need to rush through the experience instead of enjoy it.
Anyhoo, long story short, I booked my tickets and started planning what was sure to be a fun filled weekend of me time.
Thursday night I would arrive and be checked into the hotel by 10 at night. I would have drinks and go play gamble until I was sleepy and get some food and sleep. For Friday I decided to try a delivery grocery service I had heard good things about. They were set to deliver to my hotel between the hours of 11:00AM and noon. Based on that, I made plans afterward to go to the Cosmopolitan for the Chandelier bar and Eggslut, followed by the Bellagio for the Fountains, The Conservatory and High Tea at Petrossian Bar, followed by Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum at The Venetian and stopping for a Fried Green Tomato sandwich at Yardbird. Saturday I was going to go see Menopause The Musical at Harrah’s. I had seen it once with my mom eons ago, but given that I had just turned 43, I thought I would see more humor in it. Also, I had free tickets. After that I wanted to get a cocktail and a bowl of lobster bisque at Oyster’s Bar and Grill before coming back to the hotel to pack and gamble.
The reason I am going into such details on these plans is because they didn’t work out the way I wanted them to.
On my morning break at work on Thursday, I got a text from Allegiant saying my flight was going to be delayed by four hours. No explanation, just that it would hopefully be “on time” for its delayed time.
Well that was a bummer since my husband was originally going to drive me over to the airport after work so that we could have a nice dinner and then I would just board and not really have to wait.
I went through work that day debating on if I should just let him drop me off and have me have to wait six hours at the airport or if I should go home and at least get some rest before driving myself up there at the now delayed time. I had read that sometimes they lift the delays and if they do that, they don’t hold the plane for anyone who might not be at the airport.
In the end I split the difference. We drove home and then I drove back to the airport in enough time to board at the tail end of the boarding time in case the delay was lifted.
It wasn’t.
I had something to eat at the airport bar/eatery and three cocktails.
The flight didn’t end up leaving until after ten thirty that night, the time I was already supposed to be tucked into my hotel room in Vegas.
The flight was blessedly short, shaving 20 minutes off of its original flying time that was listed.
I arrived at the Vegas airport around midnight and headed for my uber.
“At least there won’t be any traffic at this time of night.” I told my uber driver, thus sealing my fate.
Two minutes later we ran into construction in a tunnel that eventually petered all four or five lanes into one. Nice one Kel!
I got to my hotel (The Linq) a little before one in the morning and of course there was a line at check in. Finally got up to my room around 1:30 and I was Exhausted!
Here is a little video of my room, in case you are interested:
The first thing I did was unpack and get out of my sweaty clothes. Vegas is HOT AF in June. I had a couple of drinks in the room and then got redressed and ventured downstairs in search of dinner. I already knew what I wanted and where I wanted it.
I got to Hash House A Go Go and ordered a BBBLT and sweet potato fries to go.
The BBBLT is basically a BLT, with a crap-ton of bacon on it. It was gooooood!
I tried to play some gamble, but I was just too tired.
I headed up to my room and watched some crappy TV until I fell alseep.
My grocery delivery from Von’s was set for the hour block between 11:00 AM and Noon. I set my alarm for 10:30 and snoozed it a few times. It was not enough sleep. I managed to peel myself out of bed five before eleven, brush my teeth and hair and throw on last nights clothes in preparation for my impending delivery.
Around 11:45 I’m beginning to get a little worried. By 12:30 I am on the phone with the help line from the Von’s delivery website. After about ten minutes on hold I get a nice customer service woman that informs me that they had IT issues early in the day and the delivery guy will be leaving the store in about fifteen minutes. I am fifth in line for delivery. I asked for an ETA and she said at least two hours.
Okay fine. I’m not happy about it and I wish they would have called the customers to let them know there was a delay, but there isn’t much I can do at that point and now I know I can at least shower.
Which I do, and then I headed downstairs to the gift store to get some crackers and a ginger ale. I didn’t want to buy too much because I have a lot of snacks and soda and water coming from the delivery, but I needed something because I had drunk all the water in the room and needed to take my meds.
Back up in the room, I had what was leftover of my sandwich from the night before and some crackers. I updated my social media and had some drinks. I was really entertained by my pool view in the room.
I wasn’t that upset at the wait at that point, because part of this trip was to have some downtime…I just didn’t like the fact that I wasn’t in control of when that time would be.
Around three in the afternoon, I get a call from the delivery driver that he was about ten minutes out.
About 25 minutes later I get a call from the bell desk saying that my items had been delivered and would I like them to bring them up? Relieved that I might be able to salvage part of the day, I say yes.
The bell desk brings up a bunch of stuff in bags as well as my 12 pack of soda and 2 six packs of water. I chat with the gentleman as he unloads about how this is a great service and he is surprised more ppl don’t take advantage of it. I tip him and he leaves.
I go straight to the water and soda and put some of them into the mini fridge. I approach the rest of the bags and right away I know something is wrong. I had ordered one large bottle of cheap vodka, a box of pop tarts, a bag of doritos, cheetos and a box of mini chocolate chip cookies in addition to the soda and water and these bags were decidedly smaller bottle shaped.
I opened everything to discover 8 bottles of champagne, 1 large bottle of merlot, a bunch of bananas, 2 limes and a half dozen roma tomatoes.
I almost cried.
I had two options. I could pretend that nothing happened, go downstairs and get my snacks and booze and get on with my day, or I could call and report it. What would you do?
Knowing what I know now, I would have ignored it. However, the nature of the goods told me it was someone having a small party. And what if it was a wedding party? Their day has been ruined when they get my order of cheap booze and junk food! I couldn’t stand the thought of it, so I hopped on the phone to customer service assuming that they would come right back and pick up the wrong items so they could get them to the appropriate party.
After another fifteen minutes on hold I finally got another lovely woman on the line that was very sympathetic and I went through the whole story. We went over what I was supposed to get and what I got instead and a half an hour later she said she would have someone come pick up the wrong items but she couldn’t get a delivery out to me with my correct items until the next day between 11 AM and 1 PM.
At this point I should have said forget it, but there was nothing urgent in my order. I had some booze with me that I had brought in my suitcase and there were plenty of food options around. I said that was fine. I asked if I could just leave the wrong items with the bell desk and have the driver pick them up. She said she didn’t see why not and she would put a note in the account.
Fine.
I hang up and text my husband all that is going on and then call down to the bell desk. I explain the situation and they inform me that they cannot just keep the items there. They are not allowed to have food or beverage sitting around there. They said once I hear from the driver, I am allowed to bring them down and they will deliver them to the driver.
Now I am crying. Did I mention I was PMSing? Yeah. I hang up. I am defeated. I want to say fuck the whole thing, but now I am in it because they know I have these wrong items that are WAY more expensive than what I purchased and they have my credit card on file.
I call back the customer service line and see if I can get an ETA on the driver. After a half an hour on hold I get a nice gentleman that tells me there is nothing on my account about someone picking them up. We go round and round and finally he tells me that they will just pick up the items when they drop off my correct items. I tell him to note the account and take his name and hang up. Exhausted.
At this point it’s well into the evening and the thought of trying to “catch up” on the things I wanted to do that day was just too much for my over tired brain. So I headed down to the casino to play some slots.
The Karma Gods were good to me that night. The machines were keeping me above water and the cocktail service was fast. Before I knew it it was eleven o clock, I was starving and could barely keep my eyes open.
I headed to Guy Fieri’s Kitchen and Bar and ordered the Mac N Cheese burger to go. A cutie pie of a bartender took my order and flirted with me, ensuring a big tip. I got my burger and headed up to my room.
Yes, that is delicious mac and cheese oozing out the top of that burger. It was as disgustingly good as it looks.
Saturday morning I woke up at 11:00 and showered. I packed up all the wrong items Von’s had shipped to me in my suitcase and waited for the call. Finally at around 12:30 I get a call that the guy is ten minutes away. He had no idea he was supposed to be picking up anything, but quickly agreed to it no problem. I told him I would meet him down at the Valet and headed down to the entrance of the casino where the uber driver had dropped me at when I first arrived Friday morning.
Fifteen minutes later I get a call from the driver asking which valet I was at. I told him the front entrance. He said he was at the back valet by the High Roller. He said to give him ten minutes and he’d come around front.
Twelve minutes later I get a call saying they won’t let him into the front valet because his truck is too big. I told him I would come to him and call him when I get to the back valet.
Only, I couldn’t find the back valet. I managed to find the uber pick up at the bus lobby somewhere around the side of the casino and called the guy back. He said that he couldn’t park there either, but for me to hold tight, he was grabbing a hand truck and coming to me. And he did.
Five minutes later a very apologetic man greeted me and we exchanged our goods.
By 1:30 I was finally done with the Von’s fiasco and delivered the correct crap up to my room.
I had a few drinks in the room and watched in amusement as there was a twerking competition at the pool from my view.
I had originally planned on seeing Menopause the Musical that day but since I had already seen it and the tickets were free, I opted out in favor of doing the Cosmo and Bellagio that I was supposed to do the day before.
I grabbed a Lyft over to The Cosmopolitan and headed up to the second floor of the Chandelier Bar.
This bar is just stunning. It was also a very relaxing environment. If the drinks weren’t fifteen bucks a pop I could have stayed here most of the afternoon and just chilled. However, I was on a mission. I bellied up to the bar and ordered my Verbena.
I had never had one before but had heard all about them. It is their signature drink, but it is not on the menu. It is basically a margarita. It’s tequila, lemongrass syrup and lemon juice mostly, but the key ingredient is the Szechuan Button.
The button is actually a flower. It’s purpose is to activate your salivary glands to make you a super taster. Thus changing the taste of the drink with each sip.
As the bartender brought over my drink he asked if I had ever had one before. I shook my head so he explained that I should take a sip of the drink first to get the original tasted, then I was to chew the “button” and get it all around in my mouth and tongue before swallowing the flower. Then as it made my mouth go off like a sparkler, I should drink more of the drink and get all the different tastes.
I did as he said, tho I did not swallow the flower. For some reason in my head I was scared of what it might do to my stomach if it was going to do funny things to my mouth. At any rate, as I spit the flower into my napkin discreetly, I began to feel the buzz in my mouth. Just little tingles at first that became a pins and needles sensation. You know how it feels when you foot goes to sleep and the feeling starts to come back. That buzzy, prickly feeling? Yeah, that was happening to my entire mouth.
My face after chewing the “button”
So it did alter the taste of the drink quite a bit and it was a really good experience that I am glad I tried…but I really can’t stand the taste of tequila, so I wouldn’t get it again. I wonder if you can request the flower with other drinks…hmmm.
Once I had finished the drink and my mouth returned to normal, I paid my bill and set off for EggSlut. I wasn’t that hungry so I got the bacon egg and cheese sandwich to go and headed over to the Bellagio.
There was a fountain show going on just as I approached.
Inside I visited the Conservatory which was done up in an Asian theme.
After that I was going to Uber back over to the Linq, but I realized I would be able to catch the hot food being served at the Diamond Lounge at Harrah’s so I had the driver take me there instead.
There was a small line, but for free food and drinks, I was willing to wait five minutes.
After I ate, I headed to the high limit slots. Rob had wanted me to run a hundred thru a machine on so many pulls to see what I would get. I managed to screw it up and lost the hundred pretty quickly.
I walked back to the Linq and rested in the room for a bit, before heading down to the Flamingo and gambling some more. I gambled at the Linq and Flamingo, but the machines had dried up on me. Knowing I had to get up in the morning for my flight and that I would be depressed if I lost anymore money, I hit up Haught Doggery for some mini corn dogs and headed back up to my room.
I packed up most of my stuff, ate and went to bed.
Sunday morning I woke up, showered and packed the rest of my crap up.
I ubered to the airport (first uber driver called me twice, couldn’t find my location AT THE UBER PICK UP and canceled the transaction) and waited around for my flight.
There was a slight delay, but once they fixed whatever the problem was, they herded us like a bunch of cattle onto the plane. “All zones boarding! Doors will close in five minutes!!” Like it was our fault that the delay happened.
Once we took off I experienced some of the worst turbulence I have ever had in my life. I know it’s bumpy going in and out of Vegas due to the extreme heat, but this was bad. At one point I could feel the plane drop a few hundred feet all at once. It was seriously freaking me out since I hate flying in the first place.
Finally after about fifteen minutes of being tossed around it settled into a nice smooth flight.
So that was my first solo trip to Vegas. A very large comedy of errors.
Knowing what I know now, I would have just let the whole Von’s thing slide and gone to the CVS down the street, leaving the champagne to the hotel maid as a tip. It would have been money lost, but in the long run my time would have been better spent on such a short trip.
But hindsight is 20/20 and at the time I thought I was doing the right thing.
I still had fun, it just wasn’t the fantastic weekend I had planned for myself.
Either way, Vegas is out of my system for now and I will do whatever I didn’t do this trip when we go for a week in November.