The worst part of being a grown up is having to take responsibility for your mistakes. Gone are the days when you could possibly pass something off on a sibling or inexperience.
I called the travel agent today in regards to my trip to Scotland. Here's the situation. I was a dumb ass and didn't get the trip insurance. I'd misplaced the form and didn't find it until after the 14 days after initial deposit deadline. It didn't bother me much at the time because all I'm thinking is "well, I've never had problems before, I'm sure it'll be fine."
Of course, we all know what happened. So, the longer I wait to make my decision, the more money I potentially lose. The question is do I wait to see if, by some weird miracle, I'm ready to travel in 2 weeks and risk losing all my money. I've already lost half of what I've paid which completely sucks. But considering I have yet to spend more than 30 min. at a time in a car and if I sit up straight for too long I start to swell around my incision which isn't the best feeling in the world, I'm not optimistic. Right now I can't imagine being on a plane for 6 1/2 hours, not to mention riding in buses and walking around. I think my doctor was using the possibilty of my trip as something to keep me positive before my surgery.
I can't begin to describe how disappointed I am. I spent most of last night awake trying to figure out what I was going to do once I found out the answer to my money questions. Apparently nothing good is supposed to happen to me this year. The worst part is I have no one to blame but myself. I told the travel agent I would call her tomorrow with a definite answer, but I think I've known what the answer would be for the last week or so.
Anyone want to go see Radiohead in Indy? It's not quite Scotland, but it would be something.
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