Kyros accompanied his husband on a work trip to England, Sweden, Switzerland, and India over the course of two weeks. He and Monica thought it would be a good opportunity to blog about traveling with an Invisible Illness. For those of you who don’t already know, Kyros particular Invisible Illnesses are peripheral neuropathy in both feet, a torn meniscus in my left knee that has refused to heal correctly, and somewhere in-between severe lactose-intolerance and a medium dairy allergy. So this is his story...
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Day 4 - 1/24/18 - London / Basel, Switzerland
Getting to the airport in the morning was, thankfully, uneventful. There was a lot of walking at the terminal to get to our plane, but that’s to be expected. My feet have been in agony ever since my first flight without my compression socks, so I planned to take it easy in Basel.
The first thing I did after checking into the hotel was attempted to find somewhere to get a foot massage. The front desk tried to help me find someplace nearby, but the nearest place to get a foot massage was ten minutes away by car. There were a few massage places closer, but based on their websites, I'm pretty sure they were offering erotic massages, and that definitely wasn't what I was looking for. So getting a foot massage was a bust.
I spent the better part of the day with my feet elevated in the hopes that would reduce the swelling and thus the pain. It’s a good thing I did. Because when my husband finished with work, his co-workers wanted to show us the city and have dinner together. Here in Basel, the primary mode of transportation, unless you are going a very long distance, is to walk. His co-worker assured me that it wasn’t far, so off we went. He gave us a brief tour of the downtown area and the Rathaus, their 500 year-old city hall. By the time we finished with dinner, my feet were swollen again and causing me severe pain. Even though we took a train from where we had dinner back to the hotel, I still ended up having to take a pain pill (number two so far) to walk that short distance.
Tomorrow I have a few hours to kill between checking out of our hotel and leaving for Sweden. Originally, I had planned to explore the city a bit, but considering the state of my feet, I seriously doubt that will happen now.
Distance walked = 5.15 miles. No wonder I hurt so bad.