66 Last to Board
By this time, my foot was throbbing, being in a non-elevated position for so long, and I was nauseous and almost to the point I could feel like I could faint--and still no action.
So I called over a stewardess, looked her straight in the eye and demanded that she give the fellow pushing my wheelchair permission to enter the airplane so that he could help me get to my seat.
Her eyes wide, no doubt wondering if she was making the right decision in these days of post-911 security, the stewardess stood back as I hopped by the gallery on one foot.
My one-legged race to my seat continued through first class, then business class, and all the way to the front row in economy class, all the while leaning one hand on the shoulder of this airport employee who is still wondering, "How did I get myself into this?"
So while I had first class treatment as far as getting to the plane, unfortunately this had derailed to third class treatment from then on and I was the last person to board this very full flight.
Now a bulkhead seat is usually about as good as economy class gets, allowing you to stretch out your legs those few extra inches, quite a treat compared to some seat in the back.
Unfortunately in this case I didn’t have quite enough room to stretch out my leg all the way, being as I needed to keep it extended and elevated for the entire trip.
I explained the situation to the steward who kindly brought me one of the metal containers used to transport food on to the plane, which worked out reasonably well, with a couple pillows on top of it.
So I called over a stewardess, looked her straight in the eye and demanded that she give the fellow pushing my wheelchair permission to enter the airplane so that he could help me get to my seat.
Her eyes wide, no doubt wondering if she was making the right decision in these days of post-911 security, the stewardess stood back as I hopped by the gallery on one foot.
My one-legged race to my seat continued through first class, then business class, and all the way to the front row in economy class, all the while leaning one hand on the shoulder of this airport employee who is still wondering, "How did I get myself into this?"
So while I had first class treatment as far as getting to the plane, unfortunately this had derailed to third class treatment from then on and I was the last person to board this very full flight.
Now a bulkhead seat is usually about as good as economy class gets, allowing you to stretch out your legs those few extra inches, quite a treat compared to some seat in the back.
Unfortunately in this case I didn’t have quite enough room to stretch out my leg all the way, being as I needed to keep it extended and elevated for the entire trip.
I explained the situation to the steward who kindly brought me one of the metal containers used to transport food on to the plane, which worked out reasonably well, with a couple pillows on top of it.
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