Yeah, well, we know how that goes.
This plan was to go to a conference, abroad. Experience had taught me not to go on my own. This time there were to be three of us, sharing the load of worthy talks, finding our way and having fun. We produced a poster, like proper health conference people. I had plans of mingling and learning, followed by meandering happily through cobbled streets and a chance to explore Brussels.
I had concerns, of course. It would be a huge energy commitment. Could I realistically do that and recover before 2017? Part of my enthusiasm, undoubtedly, was to overcome the many minor traumas of my last conference travel attempt. I wanted to participate without the melodrama.
And then a headcold turned nasty, despite me trying to kill it off with days of medication. I was floored, sneezing & spluttering. My inner ear protested crossly when I moved my head. My nose, well, you can imagine… The cough still sore and tickly, its full joys yet to come.
Travelling, mingling, thinking- all given up for hot water bottles, cold ‘fixers’ and even more time in bed than usual.
Right now, fellow volunteers are doing their thing- learning and chatting in a beautiful city. They’ll talk about their experience, our charity, about patients changing policy, about working with pharma companies, accessing clinical trials and treatments, about impact & funding, and making a difference.
I am the great unwashed, snuffling on the sofa. I’m never going to be a jet setter am I?