So……

 I fucked up. Not all that shocking but disappointing nonetheless.

How bad could it be, you ask? 

I fucked up our entire vacation mere weeks before going.

I called the cruise line and asked a pretty simple question…

Me: “ Hey, listen, I have to bring oxygen with me. No big deal, I have asthma and it’s been kinda pissy lately and doc thinks I should carry a tiny little canister of oxygen in this backpack thing because, my, you know, oxygen levels need a boost sometimes. OK? We’re good?”

Them: Oh, hell Naw! Not now! There’s Covid!!! ( I’m sure there’s a connection there but it’s going over my head) in April people can start bringing oxygen on again. Thanks for telling me your reservation number, you’re banned. Sorry!!”

Me: Ahhhhhhhhhhh…… Hello???? 

Crickets.

Way to fucking go with all that honesty and shit! I might never even use it. My body has gotten pretty used to low O2 levels since I got sick last year…. But, fuck me, I guess.

And for the record!! Every single person on board requires oxygen so there!!!!

Have I been hustling to find something else to do? LIKE ITS MY JOB.

This wraps up how things go for me. How the hell am I supposed to use all those sun dresses that I bought? I’m an idiot.

We’re having them keep the money as a credit and we’ll go somewhere in April. We’d wanted to cruise to Hawaii or the Bahamas then anyway but. Hrmph!

I do “ think” I might have a plan though so cross your fingers!!

On the positive side, I got the mock up for my book cover and I really like it!!! 

I have to go but tomorrow I have a deep dive into a decision i’m making. 

Me