I sat in the airport last night, sighed and whispered the word “fuck” as I gingerly dug through my knapsack, looking for my wrist brace.I still have to wear the thing in public for the next few weeks - both as protection to the ligament and the incisions, and as a reminder not to lift anything over 12 ounces or bear any weight on my left wrist.while the ligament and tunnel in my wrist heal.
My left arm had been jostled and bumped a few times via airplane dimensions and via the isle seat and a “too close for comfort,” encounter with the woman (Who I shall refer to as Einstein,) in the seat in front of me.
- Einstein came THIS close to dropping her overhead luggage on my head as we were getting ready to de-board - and completely ignored the fact that it had happened
- Einstein then decided to come to a quick/complete stop whilst dragging her carry-on behind her, talking on the phone, completely ignoring what was going. Thus causing a domino reaction involving everyone behind her who was trying to get off the plane, and resulting in me slamming my braced wrist and shoulder against the wall partition and the Captain asking me if I was OK
- I was and Einstein was completely clueless to the mayhem she'd caused
- BUT I DIGRESS.
I was sad to be leaving, which only added to my annoyance as I continued to dig through my bag and whispered “fuck,” a second time.
The woman sitting in the seat next to my knapsack looked up from her book, smiled and said: Are you OK?
Me: Yes and I’m sorry for the colorful phrasing - I had surgery on my wrist and hand a few weeks ago and I forgot to put my brace on after the security check - now it’s at the bottom of my bag and I’m annoyed with myself... and I’m sad to leave my family.
Anyway, we were both were pretty bummed to be leaving.
As we continued talking, she put her book in her bag, put her phone away and grabbed her boarding pass.
And while she was doing that, I took out my glucose meter/lipstick bag, checked my blood sugar and wiped my hand with a napkin from my bag in under 10 seconds and what I thought was on the sly.
Me: Thanks, but I’m good. We’re going to board in a few and I wanted to check before we got on the plane.
Book Lady: If you need me to get you anything or help you with your knapsack - let me know.
Me: Thanks I really do appreciate it, and I absolutely will.
Maybe she was a medical professional
Maybe she wanted to talk about diabetes or had a question about diabetes.
But sometimes I don't.
A rare occasion for sure and I wasn’t quite sure as to why.
And I was happy that she was happy.
I still feel a little guilty, though.