The second mistake
The lovely check-in woman came over and asked if I’d got medication for the flight before she sent my bag away. I smiled, telling her, that I’d packed loads in my handbag. I then decided that medication was definitely the plan; Get stoned on Tramadol and lack of cushion would be ok. As I fumbled through my handbag, my visual mind was now transported to the inside of my checked baggage, trundling through the bowels of the airport, where I had apparently packed all my pills. In that moment, I was incredibly grateful that my father had, very generously, helped out with the cost of the flight and I’d be able to sleep in a business class bed. I also remembered that I had one sleeping pill in my airplane headphone case.
I had been in two minds about the wheelchair as I was walking so much better, but it was totally the right call – I never could have made it that far.