Holiday – 3.

Day 10.

It didn’t go well, I had another shit night’s sleep, I was up at 02.17am, I was hoping to finally get some sleep on this holiday, its simply beating me over the head, as I now sit and wait for the sun to come up and for the wife to wake up (lucky mare) extra sleep simply isn’t going to happen so I will simply have to grin and bear it (hopefully).

We had made some cunning plans for the day ahead, I needed to be on the ball to gather up all of the spinning plates, the painkilling tablets and creams simply weren’t doing anything, barely no relief at all, and I was suffering. I had considered alcohol, but that simply makes me hungry not sleepy, I was though definitely returning to being grumpy! Let’s see how the day goes, once the wife was up we had some breakfast, and then ordered a car (its starting to be habit forming but strangely cheaper than hiring a car) we arrived at the park and the wife went off to do her ride while I waited, and waited to be honest I didn’t mind the longer I waited the longer I could sit, we were glad that we decided we got mobility scooters, we got a pizza for lunch between us and the wandered off to see some Vikings, which although we weren’t doing anything but looking at stuff, it was a pretty cool place well thought out and quite busy. I found a hat and was quite happy for a split second before I realized that “Bob” (see old blogs) was trailing me and was intending to sink his teeth into me, I was lagging and I knew I didn’t have long, when he took a bite he certainly left his mark as I was totally miserable, what made it worse I was trying to hide it from the wife.

I spiralled into general unhappiness and I was snappy with the wife something I regretted straightaway. But “Bob” came back for seconds and he got his pound of flesh, the pain in both my knees and my hip was unbelievable especially as we were sat down, how did I  do this with the kids all those years ago? I continued to be grumpy, snappy at most things and generally just a pain in the arse. What I wanted was some good old painkillers from the USA, I had seen an advert the night before fore some new Advil Capsules and some cream, after the park we went to the nearest Walmart and I got stocked up, this blunted “Bob’s” attack as I kind of melted back into the seat in the Lyft on the way back to the resort, its been well over twelve months since my last episode, I should have realised that he would raise his head, I simply hadn’t wanted it to be on this bloody holiday! I needed to take stock and regroup, definitely an early night for me and damn the consequences, an early start in the morning all for the start of a better day!

Day 11.

What a surprise a weird nights sleep and back to being an intruder in my own bedroom, I still woke early but I did feel happier, washed out because of the drugs and the cream (which did wonders for my hip) I made sure that the wife was up at the appointed time as we were heading to Animal Kingdom to do the Avatar ride (not me) we were on the first bus off site, however when we got there and the queues were huge with an hours waiting time (although they do keep you busy and entertained as you move along) I enjoyed the sunrise and watched squirrels playing/fighting and eating, generally having more fun and mobility than me! I was dragged on a river ride, slow and easy no drops nothing to upset my rapidly declining body and yes, I enjoyed it, but it’s simply not my cup of tea, mind you it was a million times better than the Peter Pan ride from earlier in the week, go figure!

We then had to journey in yet another Lyft to Target as our suggested present for the youngest grandson was proving difficult to track down, Target was nice and kind of sterile, and we succeeded in our mission (only just) but they did have some lovely cookies, they carried very limited stock (Dragon ball Z items) in store but they had loads of great goodies online, I needn’t have gone on the bloody holiday then!

Back to the resort to get changed and off to Disney Springs to go the Irish Bar Raglan Road for a late lunch (we had the lamb and it was the best meal of the entire holiday)and two cheeky pints of Guiness the wife even had a cider her first alcoholic drink in over four years, we had a small wander back through the shops and back to the resort on the buses provided, however I suffered (I watched the drivers dashboard) 8.8 miles back to the resort as nobody took pity on an old man with a stick, I have never known pain like it, however I cut my nose to spite my face rather than having to ask someone to give up their seat, but the looks on their faces as I struggled to get off the bus and held most of the arseholes up said enough, I suffered but I didn’t care I know I shamed a couple of them! To be honest the journey back to the resort took the shine off the day and I was soon looking for the Advil (both formats) and was soon in bed asleep, not for long as we made a small supper in the room, for a very quiet night, I needed it this getting old thing isn’t for me!

Day 12.

A day with a funky start we were intending to watch a fireworks display and a parade, so we could take our own sweet time today, more painkillers as the residual pain from the night before was still there, we were in a better place, so we had lunch in a hotel and then came back to the resort to recharge our batteries and a small lie down (thank god) things were on the up surely nothing bad could affect the day (apart from me) I made sure that I had taken my painkillers in a structured manner to get through the day, walking I can just about manage however standing still absolutely kills me, my ankle (obviously I’m walking funny and not funny ha ha) had now decided to kick in as well, and when all joined in together I knew I wasn’t in for a great night even with the medication helping me.

The park was busy we tried for food but where we wanted was rammed, so I pissed the wife of straight away, I didn’t want fries with anything, I simply avoided everything, and I claimed I would get something later  turns out I didn’t, the wife went for a hot dog and fries, the place is super busy at the best of times, but at this time of night we had definitely miscalculated, getting the food wasn’t an issue getting a seat was, the wife was on the war path, but thankfully we got a seat quite quickly, the wife at this point hated the world and everybody in it, I hadn’t helped matters, but I had enough to contend with!

Fed and watered she went back to simmering hatred as opposed to all out hating, we had a mission to find some Pins (we English would call them badges but not the yanks) for the youngest daughters collection and it seemed we were not going to be very successful, however we triumphed and got them all, by this point I was relying heavily on my stick as I was in real pain and we weren’t going to get a scooter for two hours in the park (something I hate using but I simply couldn’t dismiss it any more)I found a number of suitable perches along the way, something for me to bend my legs and rest, I’m not a huge park fan at the best of times the wife is and I wanted her to have as good a time as she could, she suffers more than me, but she sucks it up better than me , anyway I’m an old cripple who doesn’t do rides, I do however get to people watch and that in itself is great.

The wife did a small ride and then we headed to our spot for the parade, I found somewhere where I didn’t have to stand, and the wife was at the front, of course the parade was fab this was brand new kit not something cobbled together in the seventies, they do know how to do a parade, and then we headed around to the castle for the main attraction, we had seen this online but the wife wanted to experience this first hand, fireworks and projections what could go wrong? A couple of things we couldn’t find a perch so we had to stand and we were actually too close to the front and the fireworks did me in, it was like being back in my old days, if the wife hadn’t marshalled me, I would have legged it, I should have done the math and suggested we stand further back, I was a basket case my first serious PTSD attack in six years , my fault I simply didn’t think, the wife thankfully got me back to the resort, to be honest I was like a zombie, I fell into bed with no drugs and I did sleep weird dreams but I did rest for once, as I went and sank in the bed, I hoped that tomorrow better be a better day!