It was not a vacation, but it was to a convention in Hawaii and the first time I had every gone there.
My flight left early and I had called a pre-dawn cab.
Coming down my rather steep front stairs with luggage, I stumbled and heard a sound I have never heard before.
My ankle hurt, but I'm pretty stoic. I was able to get to the airport and checkin, but by the time I got on the plane, the swelling had really kicked in.
Changing planes in SF, I realized that I could not walk….. at all.
I called for a wheelchair and made it to the gate.
After asking for a change to a bulkhead seat so I could keep it elevated and a bag of ice, the flight crew beta to get a little concerned.
They even had the pilot come out to take a look. He asked if I was sure I would be ok to fly and i, holding back tears, smiled broadly and said "Of course!".
I just wasn't going to miss this paid for trip.
A wheelchair, cab and another wheelchair got me to my beautiful room.
I literally crawled to the mini-bar, swiftly removed all of the little bottles of scotch and somehow got up on the bed.
The following day, the hotel staff found me a "doc in the box", where my third degree sprain was confirmed.
Air cast, crutches and vicodin got me through the conferences, but I completely missed the Hawaii part!
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