Everyone is so up in arms about winter happening. Yes, it’s colder than it usually is, but let’s focus on the real problem here, shall we? How it affected ME.
I went home for my birthday, which is late in December. I flew United, which turns out to have been a mistake. Here is a brief overview of my recent air travel experience:
1. Flight from NY to CA – I arrived at the airport at 4 AM, having not slept the night before, to find out that my flight was delayed by about two hours. Since this meant missing my connecting flight, I had to call the convenient customer service number. The robotic voice told me I’d be on hold for about three minutes. I was on hold for over an hour. Flight got rebooked, everything was fine I guess.
2. Making my way back to NY – So apparently the midwest was royally screwed by the weather, but my flight was not to the midwest. My connection was in DC. But as I was sitting in the airport waiting for my first flight, an announcement was made that there was a “mechanical” issue with our plane and go rebook all your flights now. Long story short: Two hours waiting in the line for customer service, rebooked on a flight that was leaving a full twelve hours after I got to the airport, got to Washington DC only to find that my connecting flight to NY had been cancelled, more customer service, crying at the customer service desk, finally get flown in to a city that is over an hour’s drive from where I live, stop at the airport I was supposed to be at to pick up luggage, get told luggage never left CA.
My anti-anxiety/depression medication was in my checked bag. A bag I paid to have checked, mind you. Now, I know what you’re thinking: You idiot, Bex. Who packs their medication in their checked luggage?
I know, I know. But I did. It happened. And nearly a week later, I still haven’t heard about my luggage.
Let me just tell you a little bit about anxiety. This is me/my brain without anti-anxiety medication:
It’s especially bad when you stop taking those meds very suddenly. Fortunately, I finally got over my own stubbornness and called my doctor for an emergency refill. But as long as we’re on the subject, let’s go ahead and talk a little more about my mental problems. Especially since some people seem to believe they’re made up. Not you, of course, but some people.
This is my anxiety:
It’s a little beast that spills milk and makes me cry over it. Worse, it makes me cry over all the milk that has yet to spill. Hell, it might not ever spill but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to worry about it anyway. Because the anxiety beast tells me to.
This is my depression:
It’s a shadowy creature that whispers to me that I’m worthless. It tells me not to care. To stay in bed all day and watch YouTube videos and not eat because nothing matters.
My family and friends are very supportive, don’t get me wrong. I’d be nowhere near this sane if it weren’t for them (and a little therapy). But the medication also helps. It gives me the push I need to be Okay. With a capital O. It is a sword I use to fight the monsters. And it works quite well. So when United airlines took that away from me, I got pretty mad.
I hope I see my luggage again one day.
That is all.
Word of the Day: Overwrought (adj) – extremely or excessively excited or agitated