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I am safely in Shiftyland!
Sep. 20th, 2018 06:03 pmI am visiting Grant in the US!
My flight on Tuesday was one of the least unpleasant transatlantic flights I've ever taken. No turbulence at all until the final descent, enough spare seats that I didn't have someone immediately next to me, they fed me twice with food which was labelled as allergen-free, my own wheelchair got delivered directly to the plane (!) only a little more broken than it was before and easily fixable. I should probably emphasise the last point because it's really unusual for an electric wheelchair to make it directly to the gate. More usually they bring me a manual chair and a minion to push, and then I pick up my wheelchair either at the top of the ramp or down where you pick up cases.
We went for a meal at the wonderful Veggie Planet in Mississauga, about 10 minutes away from Toronto Airport. This place almost literally saved my life when my flight was delayed for 26 hours in April. I mean, I have enough body fat that I wouldn't have actually dropped dead of malnutrition, but you do not want to know how grumpy I get when I have low blood sugar - let alone when I've slept for an insufficient amount of time in my clothes in an overpriced hotel room.
Clearing both Canadian and American customs was super easy and friendly. The Canadians were just like "What are you doing in Canada?", I said, "Going to have lunch and then going to the US", and they waved me straight through. American customs are often highly suspicious when someone on an overseas passport crosses the land border, because they think I might have been living in the US and I've just crossed the border to "reset" the 6 months that a tourist is allowed to stay without a visa, but we've done it enough times now to know the "correct" answers. Plus I can prove exactly where I've been thanks to location stamps on my photos and Google Maps timeline. Rather than me moving to the US, what we really need is some way to move Grant to the UK, but that's... complicated.
So it was all good, but travelling for this distance with chronic fatigue syndrome and having been unwell immediately before (I really thought I was going down with a cold, but it evaporated), and having had no sleep for 30 hours is going to knock me out for several days. (To be fair, I did fall asleep on the plane 5 times, each time for less than a minute.) Yesterday was a fun day of... sleep. Today I woke up at noon and am currently contemplating some form of breakfast.
My flight on Tuesday was one of the least unpleasant transatlantic flights I've ever taken. No turbulence at all until the final descent, enough spare seats that I didn't have someone immediately next to me, they fed me twice with food which was labelled as allergen-free, my own wheelchair got delivered directly to the plane (!) only a little more broken than it was before and easily fixable. I should probably emphasise the last point because it's really unusual for an electric wheelchair to make it directly to the gate. More usually they bring me a manual chair and a minion to push, and then I pick up my wheelchair either at the top of the ramp or down where you pick up cases.
We went for a meal at the wonderful Veggie Planet in Mississauga, about 10 minutes away from Toronto Airport. This place almost literally saved my life when my flight was delayed for 26 hours in April. I mean, I have enough body fat that I wouldn't have actually dropped dead of malnutrition, but you do not want to know how grumpy I get when I have low blood sugar - let alone when I've slept for an insufficient amount of time in my clothes in an overpriced hotel room.
Clearing both Canadian and American customs was super easy and friendly. The Canadians were just like "What are you doing in Canada?", I said, "Going to have lunch and then going to the US", and they waved me straight through. American customs are often highly suspicious when someone on an overseas passport crosses the land border, because they think I might have been living in the US and I've just crossed the border to "reset" the 6 months that a tourist is allowed to stay without a visa, but we've done it enough times now to know the "correct" answers. Plus I can prove exactly where I've been thanks to location stamps on my photos and Google Maps timeline. Rather than me moving to the US, what we really need is some way to move Grant to the UK, but that's... complicated.
So it was all good, but travelling for this distance with chronic fatigue syndrome and having been unwell immediately before (I really thought I was going down with a cold, but it evaporated), and having had no sleep for 30 hours is going to knock me out for several days. (To be fair, I did fall asleep on the plane 5 times, each time for less than a minute.) Yesterday was a fun day of... sleep. Today I woke up at noon and am currently contemplating some form of breakfast.
