Our time in the USA was fast, but very pleasant. We enjoyed our stay! The journey home took longer than expected. Our New Orleans flight was delayed (due to fog, so they said), so we flew later than expected. Upon our arrival to Miami, no greeter (holding a sign up with my name) with a wheelchair in the jetway awaited me. This began a series of an unforgettable, almost painful, journey in the Miami airport. They let me use another chair, whisked me to a gocart (sort of) in the lobby, while the the driver left to get more people. After about 5-10 minutes, he came and drove the passengers to our destination to fly to Lima. We were 5 minutes too late!!! The guy at the counter shrugged his shoulders and told us we couldn't get on. Disappointed!!! The guy in the cart dropped us off at customer service.
We knew we had been booked on the next flight by the lady at N.O. desk. WHEW--thanks be to God! The flight was filling, and she went ahead and put us on the last seats in the very back row of the plane. Since we would have to wait in the airport for 7+ additional hours, Brian asked for food vouchers for dinner. This is usually the norm when it is the airline's problem. The guy said this was not the airline's fault and sent us on our unhappy way. Brian asked for a wheelchair or cart to take us, since I cannot hobble on crutches about a mile to the next gate in the busy crowd. After about an hour with no one coming to pick us up, Brian finally took the matter in his own hands, and got a nice guy to flag a cart down for us. We finally arrived at our gate to wait for many hours.
I felt like a prisoner. I couldn't go to the bathroom (no wheelchair!) because it was a great distance from our waiting area, and I only had Brian's computer bag to halfway prop my foot up.Thankfully, the helpful lady behind the desk changed our seats for us!! I didn't have to hobble to the back row anymore, because we got placed on the 15th row instead. Finally, the time came to get on the plane. They were very unorganized (the nice lady had left). They didn't bring out wheelchairs for us handicapped people to board the plane first (I could have done so on my crutches, but WITHOUT people pushing and crowding to get on). We had to ask for a wheelchair, wait until people were already boarding, and then try to get on. I pitied the poor elderly man who was very shaky and had no one to help him board the plane. I knew how he felt, minus the fact I had my family to help me!!
The flight was uneventful (thanks be to God!), and we arrived Wed. morning in Lima. God favored us with a |Peruvian who DID meet us in the jetway with a wheelchair. He pushed the elderly man I mentioned earlier and me BOTH, all the way through immigration and customs. He definitely had it together! We got the "green light," which is AWESOME. They didn't have to check our bags. YIPPEEE!
Now, for a little funny. Our good friend and driver, Juan awaited us. YAYYY! As luggage and children were being walked across the parking lot, the guy pushing me had to push me over a drainage (why? there is no rain in Peru!!??) grate. I lifted my hurt leg to absorb the bump, but when he hit the grate, the wheels stuck, and I lunged forward out of the chair (my arms were full of our jackets and my backpack). Guess what caught me from falling on my face? Yes, my hurt foot. I yelped, and the man pulled me backwards. I realized that I felt ok, so I started laughing, and so did everyone else. I am ready to get this thing walking!!!
My foot has been very swollen since being down for such a length of time. There are no places to prop anything up in an airport. Each chair has arms, so no one can take up seats by lying across them. I've tried keeping it up, but it still looks like the Hulk's. It didn't help that Brian kicked my foot off the couch by accident (which is a whole different story for another time).....
Today, I saw Dr. Suarez. I had a greeting committee at the clinic--Jim, J.P., and Liz. Yay!! The doctor said he did not like that my foot was swollen. I told him I had fallen during my trip in the States, so he would give me an extra lookover. Then, I had more X-rays, and the precise point where the screw is that needs to be removed was marked on my leg with a ballpoint pen. When we returned to his office, he acted as if he was going to perform the surgery. Brian's eyes got big, mine got bigger, and J.P. went to asking the doctor questions for us.
My surgery will be tomorrow morning (Saturday), at 8 AM (Lima time)/ 7 AM (CST). I will get an IV (which dearly hurt the top of my hand the last time!) and a local anesthetic. The IV concerns me and being awake during the surgery concerns me more. Please pray for me to have much peace and for the surgeon/staff to be precise, being guided by God. The surgery is outpatient, so I will be able to return home to rest afterwards.
Let's thank God for the provisions He is making for us now and has already made! I thank Him in advance for the glory that I will be able to give to Him and Him alone. I thank you guys for the prayers you are and will be lifting up for us tomorrow.
I love you all!