We’ve been sitting in the airport for 45 minutes and I’m already going stir-crazy! Well, maybe not, but I’m ready to get on the plane. There’s not much going on here on the ground, whereas once we’re on the plane, I can fall asleep before anyone demonstrates how to use my seatbelt. (You think I’m joking.)
Anyway, things have started off without much of a hitch. I say “much” because there’s been one small problem: they gave us the wrong seats flying to Reykjavik. We made reservations in January to get seats 5C and 5D for every flight—one row, both sides of the aisle. When they pulled up our tickets, they gave us 6D and 6A. A window seat. And that’s a problem.
Why, you might ask? It’s because Mom gets claustrophobic when she gets crammed against the side of a plane with people between her and the aisle. For me, I need the extra leg room that comes with sticking my leg out into the aisle It’s especially important right now because after knee surgery, my knee will sometimes start aching to the point where it feels like something might rupture if I don’t straighten my leg. Consequently, being curled up in a seat where it’s impossible to get any extra room to stretch out is asking for trouble.
Thankfully, the guy at the desk changed our seats so they’re both on the aisle, but they’re on the right side of the aisle. Since surgery was on my right knee, that’s the leg I may need to stretch out, so… hopefully, I’ll find a kind and gentle soul on the other side of the aisle who will switch seats with me.
In the meantime, we’ve got just under two hours to burn before they start boarding the plane, so going stir crazy may be inevitable. Maybe if I get someone to tell me that the nearest exit may be behind me, I might be able to fall asleep.
