Manchester to Washington 

Well……what a journey with a long way yet to go. It’s been some time since my last blog post and so many things have happended I am going to attempt to add some as-semblance of order and take you on a little retrospective back over the last few weeks when I feel able.  I guess beginning with the journey is as good a place to start as any. 
On Sunday 3rd September we made the trip to Manchester airport. I hadn’t slept a wink the previous night, I resigned myself to the fact no sleep was taking place as the nerves were too great. I had no idea how I was going to make such a mammoth journey in my current state of health, I knew how unwell getting to a local hospital appointment made me but at the same time I had worked so hard on my mindset leading up to the journey that I felt very focused on the task in hand and that is how I looked upon the journey- a task, a task with numerous phases and challenges within it. 

Phase one was making it to Dublin airport where we would stay overnight ahead of the “biggy” to Washington the next day.
We arrived at Manchester airport safely and said goodbye to my brother and his lovely wife who had kindly driven us. I got quite emotional saying goodbye and had a good cry clinging onto my brother. We headed through to airport security. There was none of the usual excitement you’d associate with the airport before embarking on a holiday, this was a mission. I was in my wheelchair due to my vertigo and it was a new experience going through the airport and customs this way. I bleeped (as always) at the scanner and was wheeled to one side to get “checked” then the task of trying to gather all the hand luggage the runner spits out at the speed of light, I felt frustrated I couldn’t do this myself and look after my own belongings. It was all too fast for my head and my body to keep up with. 
We soon got into the airport and had a cuppa, which is my answer to most things. I think that’s the Irish in me. I was nervous for the flight, although such a short flight I am not a keen flyer at all. It’s more the fear of not being able to get off the aircraft than anything else. My dad took me over to look at some of the planes on the runway, whilst we waited for our gate to open. Eventually the gate opened, I was struggling being upright by this time and was wanting to lean my head against something to take the weight off. Nick wheeled me to the gate and I remember my first thoughts were that of dread!! This was not a plane before me this was a coach with wings i thought!! My dad made a joke the Tiger Moth plane he had been in was bigger. I think given the time of day and the few people on the flight they were using the smallest plane!! I remember commenting on the 4 steps up to the plane and then getting stuck in the toilet. As soon as I got to my seat I put my headphones in and got myself in “the zone” I was nervous but this was the first leg of the journey and in 50 minutes I’d of made it. The plane taxied the runway and quickly took off which admittedly was a little bumpy but given it was a coach with propellers it wasn’t as bad as anticipated. 

We soon landed at Dublin airport and collected all our luggage. We were greeted by our good friend Rich who we had arranged to come over and help get me and the luggage to the airport premier inn and help with food. As I’m gluten free and my diet consists of only a few foods it makes eating out very awkward. Luckily we had arranged in advance for Rich to take me over to his lovely friends house to cook some gluten free pasta to ensure I had some food for dinner and breakfast. By this time I was exhausted and went to lay down for a few hours flat whilst my family went for some food. My dads cousin, his lovely wife and there daughter from Ireland had arranged to travel to meet us at the premier inn which was just lovely to see them all and have a lovely cuppa. It meant an awful lot they had travelled over to Dublin to wish us all well. That night I didn’t sleep well, the worry overtook me a little at this point with lots of tears for the flight to Washington. I am not a seasoned traveller and had never travelled that far before well , let alone in the condition I was in. I was scared of getting unwell on the plane and being unable to get off. As the light peeped through the curtains it was around 5 am I got myself up and ready. A few hours later Rich drove myself and all the luggage to Dublin airport and my Parents and Nick shortly followed. Luckily we had arranged special assistance which meant being able to sit in a quieter area of the airport before joining a different queue to check in, I highly recommend this if you are travelling in a wheelchair with medical supplies. We were directed up to airport security, before going through we said goodbye to Rich who had been so helpful and then through the gates we went. My wheelchair was scanned as I went off again. We didn’t have too much time for a rest as we then had to make our way to customs, we chose to fly from Dublin for this very reason that you can do all the customs and essentially gain access to America in Dublin which would be speedier that doing this over in Washington. We went through a second batch of security where everything had to go through again including shoes and my neck brace was swabbed and wheelchair scanned. We then joined another queue this time my finger prints were taken and I was asked the reason for visiting the United States, “surgery” and provided my Esta and medical information, my photo was then taken and i was stamped. By the time we all got through it was time to head to the gate as the plane was boarding. I was nervous but also again very much in the zone, I had a task to do and it was going to get done. When boarding the flight I was helped on board and the Aer Lingus crew were fantastic with there care and consideration. Myself and Nick were in business class, I could not remain upright for anything longer than 30 minutes without issues arising so I needed to lay flat. Again the headphones went in and I tightened my brace in anticipation for take off. The flight seemed to board very quickly and began reversing onto the runway I remember thinking to myself “Well Ali, this is it. You got here missy there’s no going back now”. The plane was on the runway and away we went. There was a little TV where you could track the flight. I lost count of the amount of times during the flight I flicked onto this to see whereabouts we were and more importantly how long left. I did find the flight difficult but being able to lay completely flat made all the difference. Around the 5 hour mark I ran into more difficulty with a severe headache and pain I took my medication and lay back down. I sadly couldn’t participate in the food on the plane but had brought some cake and bits and bobs to tide me over. I drank a lot of water as flying dehydrates the average person and with having POTS you require even more. As well as my wonderfully sassy flight socks which felt like they were cutting off my blood supply I took my doctors advice and took regular walks through the cabin (usually for a pee from all the water)!! I more or less stared out of the window the entire journey listening to my music thinking about what was about to happen and that it was finally happening. It all felt very surreal.




After around 7.5 hours we touched down at Dulles airport. I shed a tear when disembarking and everyone said how proud they were. I was suffering quite badly with vertigo at this point which was unsettling but expected. We made our way through the huge airport to baggage collection and onto airport travel. It was around another 1.5 hours before we reached the house. I was carried out of the taxi and put into my wheelchair.

As I looked up at the house, teary, in agony and with no concept of time I thought to myself “I’m here, I did it. This will be my home for the next 6 weeks”. 

 

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