So I had to take my mom and my stepdad to the airport yesterday. We were driving my black Honda Civic two door. His name is Bob. I name all my cars.  Everybody was trying to tell me you should not get a two door car, you have too many devices that need to go in the car for your MS. They were all right. I really should not of gotten a two door car. However he’s so beautiful and sexy, I’m glad I did.

When I got to the house, of course I have to use the bathroom before we made this trip. So I hobble into the house with the help of my daughter on one side step dad on the other.  We took out my walker from the car because we had to make room for the suitcases. As I’m walking out of the house my mother is staring at me.  She’s looking at me from top to bottom, my first thought is “do I look fat?” She doesn’t say anything and I decided not to ask any questions.  I get in the backseat of the car, my car and I’m in the back seat.  I don’t drive that far, so my stepdad drives to the airport, and I’m really just there so when my daughter drives out of the airport she doesn’t get lost.

I should do a quick back step here to a conversation I had that morning with my mom. We were discussing my car and how long I had until the lease was up. The reason we were discussing it is because my mother was asking about putting the wheelchair in the car.  Again as I stated I have a Honda two door Civic. My travel wheelchair, that comes apart,  barely fits in the civic.  You can’t attach anything on the back to transport the larger, heavier, assembled wheelchairs, the car is too small and light. She asked me if I could put the travel wheelchair in the car and use that on a daily basis. The problem at this point, it is too heavy for me. I can’t get in and out of the car without help.

Fast forward to car ride to the airport, my step dad says, out of nowhere, “Jamie your next car is going to be a van with a ramp for the wheelchair.”  Obviously there was a conversation between the hours of  11 AM and 4 PM between the two of them. As they watched me hobbling at their house,  they obviously made a decision.  I certainly didn’t help out the situation, when we got to the airport and I had to get out of the backseat of my little two door Civic. I just couldn’t get out of the car. They were trying to pull me out, push me from behind, it was a whole ordeal. Finally I said just leave me alone for one second and I got out my way and told them what to do. I don’t think I ever got the kind of goodbye hug and kiss I got yesterday in all the years I’ve dropped them off at the airport. They may have been slightly traumatized.

On my way home with my daughter I turned around and said, “I am never getting a van.”