I’ve always been a proponent of traveling. When you travel you find time to reflect, keep a journal, walk “aimlessly” (I rarely walk aimlessly, but I certainly walk a bit more leisurely), and relax in whatever way you do.
On my latest trip, I was traveling alone. I already shared with you the “what do you say” story, but that’s only a quarter of the battle. Half of the battle, for me at least, are the routinized actions that one with primary lymphedema must take to be “just like everyone else.” (The missing quarter of the battle falls in line with the entry on topic of conversation.)
Without my usual exercise routine, pneumatic compression device, and meals, I felt challenged. But, I planned out my bandaged days from both a traveling and laundry perspective, set my alarm earlier than I typically would to accommodate my MLD, and gently reminded myself to be more mindful of my food choices at mealtimes. Forcing myself out of my routine (with travel) allowed me to realize that my condition can adapt to my life… instead of my life being overwhelmed by the condition.
I survived. And enjoyed my time traveling… mostly because I was in control. Traveling with others might not be as easy. I’ll keep you posted.