We're Going to the Dominican

Well we are on the final week of 2012 and what a wacky year, but it's not quite over yet.  My nephew is getting married in the Dominican and although my husband and I were not going to go my mom talked us into it.  My mom is 82 bless her, she has decided that she would like to take one last trip with all her girls and spouses  (I have six sisters one has passed) and she has asked all of us to go, we don't all live in the same city or province for that matter, how can you say no to an argument of one last trip with her family?  

Off we go the flight is 5 1/2 hours non-stop, having suffered last year a DTV I take the time to buy compression stockings ever tried getting those things on? a healthy person struggles, try someone who has not been able to bend over to put shoes on in years and well you get the picture.  My husband bless him helped me get them on, helps me  get dressed and off we go. 

About two hours into the flight I tell my husband I'm in trouble I can start to feel my muscles twisting and trust me there is no room on this flight.  I manage to get out of my seat to stand for a bit, biting my lip because I can feel the tears starting to swell up in my eyes I'm in pain and even though I have become accustom to it, I don't want to make a scene here on the plane with people I don't know.  Back I sit and rest my head on my husband's shoulder so I can cry and not be noticed.  Finally we are approaching  the airport, my muscles are tender but at least they are no longer twisting. 

The rest of the day in uneventful let's hope the rest of the trip is.

 Next day is pool or ocean day take your pick.  We decide to take pool  option, I love to swim so driving in I go.

 The next day we spent part of it at the beach and then decide to head back to the pool as most of the party we are travelling with is there whooping it up at the swim up bar, while others went on a day trip.  I decide while they are all standing there,  I'm going to have another swim I had done well the day before and thought nothing of it.  I had just pushed off when suddenly it was like my legs turned to lead and suddenly I felt that familiar feeling of my muscles twisting into a twist that isn't a metaphor for the 60's dance craze, I am starting to go under.  Lucky for me I have a husband who is always watching me with all he has witnessed over the years, he rushes to me and gets me out of the pool.  The two bartenders too at the bar saw what happen and came running.  Needless to say they became fast friends that day and everyday would ask Ms. Heather are you okay and are you going to go swimming?  That was it for me no more swimming for the rest of the trip.  Fear has a way of gripping you and anytime over the years that I did something that would cause these strange occurrences I would try and avoid doing that activity at all costs.

A few days later and New Year's Eve is here much lovelier spending New Year's in 30 above weather than 30 below or colder, my mom is tired and wants to go back to her room my husband offers to take her .  As I am standing waiting for him to get back I have one of the staff from the resort pull me onto the dance floor for a dance with careless abandonment I like a fool start to dance....oh oh what is this my legs are failing me and I am dancing with a person who's language is not the same as mine,  I can start to feel myself going into spasm.  Quick think of something to get away I barley break away from his grasp and very ungracefully fall into a chair that was close by (thank god it was empty) if someone had been sitting in they would have been receiving a very ungraceful and unsexy lap dance.  Check no more dancing for me. 

My husband finds me and after sitting with me until I can get back up again, shaking his head at me that I would have done that to myself.  We find the rest of the family and spend the rest of the night with them.

Last day on the island then back to the cold my mind is already starting to mentally prepare my body for the long ride home.  I am stiff but the ride back was not as bad as going.

The wedding was beautiful and I wish my nephew and his new bride the best.  And mom you finally were able to have one last holiday with your girls all together.