Day 26: Travel

I’m off to Miami tomorrow for a few days. I’m quite looking forward to it. I used to live in Miami (Miami Beach to be precise) in the late 1990s and early 2000s. The city has changed greatly since then but I still love going back and I always enjoy catching up with colleagues in our Miami office. Conveniently, the deposition I’m taking will be on another floor in the same building as our office which makes logistics much easier. My hotel, which I’ve stayed at many times before, is only two blocks away. As far as Miami hotels go, the pool is not all that impressive (to be fair, that’s a high bar) but the gym is huge (highly navigable on a knee scooter), well appointed, and typically deserted. I’m excited about being able to workout somewhere other than my living room floor.

This is of course my first foray into the world of air travel since my surgery. People on all manner of mobility devices are a common site in airports, and you get to board the plane first, so this shouldn’t be a big deal. Thinking everything through though I still have some trepidation about the process. Firstly there is the byzantine nightmare that is airport security. I’m signed up for TSA pre-check so I always get to go through that lane with its pre-9/11 style experience of simply putting your bag through the scanner and walking, fully shod, through the metal detector. I will however have to fold down the knee scooter and put it through the scanner. I’m thinking of taking my crutches with me so I’m not left standing on one leg but they will set off the metal detector and almost certainly also have to go through the scanner. I’m not prepared to hop more than a step or two, so I’m not sure exactly how I’m supposed to get through the metal detector and pick up my scooter which will come out of the scanner closer to ten hops away. I have no problem holding on to someone but I have a feeling that TSA won’t let you touch them even though they get to grope you without recourse. Anyway, no doubt this scenario comes up every day and I’ll find out what to do.

The Tampa to Miami flight takes around an hour assuming no delays on the tarmac. Although the client I’m traveling for doesn’t usually pay for people at my level to fly business class, I insisted on it for this trip. It will be the longest period of time that I will have spent with my foot down. That’s enough of a worry already without being squashed way at the back of the plane. At my appointment last week, I mentioned the trip to the doctor just to check there was no concern. He said he couldn’t recommend flying to California at this point but Miami should be fine. Almost as an afterthought, he added, “Of course, if you get any calf pain, chest pain, or shortness of breath, get to the ER immediately.” Sure.

All of these travel logistics have been on my mind so much that thoughts about the deposition have taken a bit of a back seat. My lawyer hat is now going on while I turn a laser focus to the case and try to justify my absurd hourly rate. Stay tuned, friends. I’ll be back in a few days.

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