The Journey of the Heavy Suitcase

On Wednesday, I went to meet my friend Brian at the airport b/c he had a stopover in Dublin before he met up with his wife, Trina, in London. Since Brian was in Ottawa, I asked him to bring me some of my medical equipement i.e. reflex hammer, bp cuff, etc. What I got was, all my medical equipment, my speeder board (used for adjustments) and 5 textbooks in a huge suitcase! I had no idea I was going to get all that stuff. The suitcase was also not one of the regular square suitcases that you could pull it by the top with the handle on wheels. It was one of those hard cover ones where the handle doesn't extend out too far and you pull/drag it by the side so you have to lift half of it to make use of the wheels. Let's just say that the suitcase was really really heavy.

After meeting Brian, I dragged the suitcase out of the airport and on to the public bus. I'm glad that the bus dropped me off close to work. When I reached my stop, I struggled to get the suitcase off the bus and brought it to work. One thing I forgot to mention, I could only drag the suitcase with my right arm b/c if I used my left, the suitcase ends up hitting against my leg. I got the suitcase to the back room of the office, narrowly avoiding hitting the walls. To be honest, I actually hit one of them, but no one was there to see me.

After work, I had to get my suitcase home. It's normally a 20min. walk but this trip took me 40 mins! I started with my right arm but got really tired after about 10mins so I switched to my left. After several bruises to my leg, I switched to pulling it with both hands but walking backwards. After nearly killing myself on the uneven sidewalks (a trademark of Ireland), I turned back around and tried pulling again with my right arm. When that got sore again, I decided to take a break and sit on my suitcase for a while and rest. After my rest, I continued again...I went b/w my right arm, left arm w/ bruises and rest until I got home. Why did I not take a taxi you ask? None had come by! I even contemplated hitchiking it back home....but i sucked it up and kept on pulling. I think I used every swear word in every language I knew on my walk home! But in the end, I did make it home.

On another note, I'm going to London on Nov 24! I found return tickets on Ryanair from Dublin to Stansted for 18 Euro including all the taxes! The only thing is, I have to catch the flight at 6am and somehow get from Standstead Airport to London, but that shouldn't be so hard. Yay, London!