I got back from Jamaica at 4 am last night and my flight was 3 HRS late and so the f*ckers at the airport pick-up service I'd reserved just abandoned me there and said I had to find my own way home ( out of town, a 2 HR drive away) or wait until the next driver this afternoon today! Can you believe it? What did they expect me to do? I was exhausted being picked up for the airport at 9:30 am and the flight not leaving until 18:00 and not landing until 23:00.....f*ck this shit....I was beyond furious, so I called my hubby, frantic and in tears, saying he had to come pick me up which he did but he didn't want to and he was mad, and on the entire trip home berated me to shut up and stop yakking so he could hear his podcast thing.
Yeah, welcome home. Some things never change.
At least Buddy really missed me. When I first burst thru the door and ran over to greet him he just looked up and blinked in disbelief as if the moment were sureal and he couldn't believe it; Is that really her? Is she really back? and then I scooped him up into my arms and held him close and he just melted into me emitting these sorrowfull, sobbing, pitiful sounds that can best be described as wailing and he slept glued right up next to me all night and wouldn't leave my side all day today.
I only got 3 HRS sleep and was a zombie all day plus I also keep coughing like an old man it feels like I'm going to cough up a lung ( probably some nasty virus I picked up on the plane or from climate shock) and have a bad headache and in the afternoon I just crashed: I was hardly able to walk, think or speak and was staggering around and slurring like a drunken sailor I was so sleep-deprived so I had a wonderous 5 HR nap.My God, sleep is a wonderful, beautiful thing. I also had my app't with my medical marijuana doctor and got my prescription(which runs out in early May) renewed.
My trip was amazing other than the end, and as for posts about it I'll do it in this way: I'll do it in diary format, as I journalled it each day on my trip in my little trip log book, along with some photos I took on the trip, such as the one above of the resort. I flew into Montego Bay and stayed at a resort in Negril, along the 7 Mile beach.
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