Grounded

I got off the plane on Thursday--finally back in San Francisco.  Someone I knew was sitting behind me and we got into a conversation as we deborded. It was late, I was tired and eager to get home. By the time I exited the terminal I discovered what I had done--left my carry-on in the overhead bin.

I tried to run back in but was stopped by security. I'd have to go back through. I took off my coat and shoes, put my laptop in the plastic bin in a panic. Of all the times I had to go through security this is the time I set off the alarm. And the second time too. Now I have to be patted down.

"Do you have any pins in your leg?" security asked.

Perhaps the X-ray could sense my stress.

I ran through the terminal, back to the plane. And the gate was locked.

I felt like a bit of an ass filing a report at the United baggage claim counter.

"I can't even blame this one on you," I told them, filling out a lost bag report.

The next day I woke up feeling like hell. I had been bragging the day before about how I've avoided being sick. Now it's payback time.

I make it to a few meetings and then fall asleep on my computer. I go to my Friday workout class and feel like I have weights on my legs. I look at myself in the mirror; I look mad.

H-band says, "Let's go to bed early tonight," and normally I protest and fight for our "weekend time."

"OK," I say.

Today I've spent the day on the couch. My body hurts. My nasal passages are an unlikely combination of snotty and dry as the Sahara. It hurts to talk.

I try to work on a presentation, but I can't seem to get my brain to work. Everything takes a long time. I feel unproductive and useless.

I've watched four episodes of America's Top Model. I may finish out the marathon.

Finally, I can get some rest.

Comments

[Elizabeth Michel]

Jory, I'm sorry you've gotten sick--but not surprised! Take good care of yourself now. We'll talk to you soon.

Love,

Mom Markman

[Denise]

Awe Jory, stay in bed and get some rest. And, Happy Easter.

[Joy]

Last we talked you and Jesse were on your way to salvage your bag at the airport. I hope it happened. I already gave you my 'few words' on getting enough rest right now. Nothing wrong with a low key restful Easter. I'll check in on you a little later today. You could use one of my soothing rubs right about now. Happy Easter my little chickadee.... ~Mom xo

[Vered DeLeeuw]

I hope you got your luggage back. I once forgot an envelope with various tickets (LegoLand, Sea World etc.) on a flight to San Diego. Everything was recovered within a few hours, but it *was* a panicky, hopeless feeling to realize that I had forgotten it on the plane. My husband still brings it up as proof of my imperfectness. :)

Loved today's BlogHer post. It's a fascinating topic.

Sometimes the only way to get some rest is to get sick. Feel better soon!

[Cynthia Samuels]

Oh sweetie! Personally, having left my computer (!#$$@@!!) in a restaurant in Heathrow and had almost a complete nervous breakdown, I think the desolation and humiliation of such an omission is sick-making on its own. It's a "get through it" kind of thing - but knowing you will doesn't make it any better. Go back to bed -- Charmed is on for four hours on weekdays....