Traveling with POTS, VI

Travel buddies are the best.

When I was a teen, I couldn’t wait to take a few solo trips. In college and the first few years of graduate school, I did just that. There was something thrilling about setting off by oneself into the great world and successfully conquering one small bit of it. (Even though in my case it was usually more luck than skill that saw me through my (mis)adventures!).

To be honest, though, the joy of traveling by myself had started to wane just a little bit even before I got sick. Taking pictures was a way to share my experiences with others without having anyone physically present, but it was initially a sort of substitute for real human company. Then I feel in love with photography in earnest, and I also became much more ill. As I really began to struggle, a travel buddy was the ticket to successful travel… not my boarding pass, which I lost once. When you’re lost in brain fog, a travel buddy can help point you towards the right sex bathroom; when you’re too weak to lift a case, a travel buddy can help lug it over (or convince someone else to do the lugging for both of you!). A travel buddy can remind me about medications, shout at rude people, drive a rental car, and make sure no one accidentally puts something I’m allergic to in my water or meal while I’m in the loo. In return, I’m an endless source of bumbling amusement most especially, but I try to have their back as well. And the tab, whenever possible, I’ll admit.

The funny thing is, even with my changing perspective on solo travel, if POTS hadn’t slammed into me I might not have learned to not only tolerate, but to even enjoy someone else’s company on trips. Wrecking ball style, it shattered my illusions about the safety of solo hiking, and brought in instead an appreciation for fellow travelers and their journeys that I had never even considered. Even when I am well enough to go driving around a city and spend a day on the town by myself, I find myself checking over my shoulder not because of danger of being alone, but because more often than not I want to look back and share this experience with someone.

Travel buddies. Hard to find, but worth the investment.

 

 

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