The sun has risen at 35,000 feet. Another week, another trip to New York. Tomorrow I have a follow-up appointment at Weill Cornell. Blood draw. Meet with my doctor. Fill out two questionnaires to gauge, semi-objectively, how I am doing. Am I experiencing pain? Where and how bad? And how am I feeling overall? Short answer: I’ve gone back up to 60mg of prednisone to try once again to fix my GI issues. So I feel hopped up, like a rabbit made out of Silly Putty. But I’m also tired from getting up at 4:20 AM for my early flight.
I can’t complain. A good friend bought me this week’s ticket with his frequent flyer miles. Nonstop to LaGuardia. Otherwise, I was looking at $900 for a roundtrip ticket. I am grateful. Also happy to have an empty seat next to me. And headphones with active noise cancellation.
I also can’t complain about my lodgings. Late yesterday afternoon I finally got a call back from the American Cancer Society. They’d found me a room for tonight. Only $49. True, it’s in Secaucus, New Jersey, which will add about 40 minutes to my transportation adventures today and tomorrow. And it’s in one of those two-star, bare bones hotels. But I can’t complain.
Even though I’m traveling alone, I am meeting our old friends, Kate and Peter in LaGuardia this morning. They are flying home to North Carolina this afternoon and have nothing more appealing to do than arrive at LaGuardia four hours early to enjoy the pleasures of my wit and wooziness. I can’t complain. In fact, I am touched and grateful for the prospect of their company.
There’s nothing else on my calendar for today, so I have plenty of time to find Secaucus. I’ve heard of it. Is it a UNESCO World Heritage Site? I will have to find out.