In the past 15 years, travel has changed from a luxury to an ordeal to be endured as the price we pay for visiting places and people.
As a former travel editor, I was engaged in helping create the illusion of travel as a luxe activity. But the reality is that while some hotels and resorts may (indeed, are) truly luxurious, getting to them (and returning from them) is, frankly, a nightmare. If we live in cooler climes, air travel is what we are forced to do to get some guaranteed sunshine, or to see far-flung family and friends…
Fortunately, one of the benefits of being a grown up with adult children is NOT having to travel in peak season (i.e school holidays) and, basically being able to please ourselves when we travel – employers permitting, so that we can, at least travel when airports are less busy. But air travel is, nevertheless, an ordeal at any time and more so if your mobility is impaired… I will never again be impatient when walking behind someone slower than me.
But since my surgery, I have begun to loathe air travel as never before. Security checks are my pet hate this summer when I have done a lot of flying; my former self was more understanding of the necessity of the most annoying aspects of security; the removal from a carry-on case of laptops, tablets, etc (I refer to the generic name for tech objects such as iPads, not bottles of pills) and the removal from self of shoes, watches and jackets, etc, understanding it was vital to avoid a repeat of 9/11 or of the Shoe Bomber.
Because I can’t walk very far, I have to have special assistance at both ends of any journey. The airport staff who collect and deliver me by wheelchair are mostly unfailingly kind and helpful, often going out of their way, literally, to get me to a car park or cab rank. But, at security you occasionally (particularly in high season), get a lazy jobsworth, who can barely be bothered to raise their eyes to look at you and will insist, despite one’s obvious impairment, that you remove your jacket and in one case at vile Luton Airport, a necklace even though you are about to be thoroughly frisked in your wheelchair just a few yards past them.
And not just the security, but also because jet-lag seems to, in my husband’s words, “knock the stuffing out of me” far more drastically and for far longer than it ever used to. I have done some research (the journalistic instincts never go away) and discovered that my surgery would have had an impact on melatonin levels and melatonin is what governs how our bodies deal with jet-lag. So I will just have to, as Americans say, suck it up…
So, ungrateful and blasé as it sounds, I am happy to be home and not travelling anywhere for several months. For all of you flying off to sunnier parts, wear shoes that slip on and off easily…
Have you got any airport security challenges you’d like to share – with disability or without! Just comment below.
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My husband and I are both disabled. He uses a wheelchair and I have multiple problems. It is one of the most exhausting things for us to travel…and family still expect us to visit them.
Hi, thanks so much for commenting. Sounds as if you and your husband have a really difficult time when you travel. Have you told your family how difficult it is for you both… maybe you
should suggest they read this blog to get some insight into your difficulties.
Warm wishes, Jan
Like you Jan I had brain surgery in June 2014 and I am treading a similar recovery path- although my fine motor skills have not been affected. I have not been on a flight since my surgery as I find it almost impossible to get holiday/medical insurance that does not cost more than a holiday in itself.
Hi Margaret. Gosh, poor you – brain (or brian) surgery is definitely no fun. Happy to hear your fine motor skills are intact. I imagine every surgery leaves a different and unique set of problems but you sound as if things are going well. Thank you for sharing your story and we all wish you a continued and complete recovery.