Emergency

Okay, first of all, you know it's not really an emergency, because you can't blog about an emergency. The personal-journal-blog medium doesn't do emergency. It's all about the casual, the choice, the I'll-get-to-it-when-I'm-ready or -when-I'm-in-the-mood-for-a-distraction.

Buddy and I do not have confirmed seats on our plane on Thursday.

We both have reservations, payed for and booked over a month ago. But, I don't have a confirmed seat (which means Buddy doesn't have a confirmed "under the seat in front of me." I called to remedy this Situation and learned that it's because only seats in the emergency row are available on this flight, and they won't confirm seats in the emergency row until you check in at the airport, because they have to make sure that you are Willing And Able to perform the duties of the person seated in the emergency row.

Grrrrr.

I am already totally stressed about flying with Buddy again, given that last time we flew, the baby had a seizure right there on the plane, and then for the past six months he's been having 2-3 per week. And my stress adds to his stress, which triggers an Episode. And Thursday is the busiest travel day of the year. And we're getting a ride to the airport with someone who doesn't know and love us as much as my usual two Airport Ride Friends. And now, I gotta deal with the distinct possibility that OUR SEAT WILL BE OVERSOLD. Or, that they will have given someone who checked in before us one of the two window seats. And, People Traveling With Pets have to sit in a window seat. Being on the aisle or in the middle is too much stress for everyone involved. (Especially epi-cats; but it really is an official airline policy.)

I'm sure it will all work out fine. Seriously, I am sure of it. What I'm not sure is how I'll hold together emotionally and spiritually in the fine working out of it. Will I lose my cool? Will I freak out? Will I hyperventilate? Will I say mean things?

Man, I'm glad I don't work for the airlines at this time of year!

So, if it's not theologically offensive to you, say a prayer for me and Buddy while we try to hold it together for seven hours of travel/waiting in various mesh and metal cages on land and in the sky.

P.s. Note to Self: Don't post online journal entry about how you've "given up being sick." It only results in getting hit with a killer flu/cold two days later where your eyes swell up like watermelon slices and top half of your face like a canteloupe, which morphs at warp speed into nasty sinus infection days before Flying With Pet On Busiest Day of the Year. Just don't do it. It may literally result in your head exploding.