This summer I’ve really been trying to live my best life. The freedom that I feel from taking back control is immeasurable. Last month I broke my no travel with mg quarantine with a quick trip to Miami. I felt so good after that trip that I decided to take another trip. This time I took my myasthenia to Sin City. That’s right, Las Vegas Nevada.
“I did another one I did another one.”
One would think that after my successful trip to Miami, I’d be more than confident in my ability to slay Vegas. Nope. I felt all the same anxiety. As a Vegas virgin, I couldn’t fathom the weather I was venturing into. Checking the weather forecasts and seeing the temperatures of 106-118 only elevated my fears.
As I expressed my concerns to my trusted circle, everyone told me that Vegas heat is different than the heat I’m used to due to humidity but that provided little to no reassurance. At the end of the day, I put on my big girl panties and boarded that plane, uncertain of what awaited me.
I’d like to mention that this was my first time flying solo. Looking back, that probably elevated my level of anxiety as well. After the longest flight I’ve ever had, I had arrived in sunny Las Vegas.
I stepped foot out the airport and man let me tell y’all it was hot AF. As soon as the air it me I considered going back into the airport and going home. Why anyone would live there is beyond me. It wasn’t an unbearable hot but it wasn’t comfortable. The first couple of days were scorchers. Even at night it was ridiculously warm. The last day there was a mild overcast in the sky which made for perfect weather to ride ATVs in the desert (clearly my favorite part of the whole trip).
Back to this heat though… Man it was hot. The day I arrived my friend and I decided to walk the strip for a bit and it was not the best idea. It was as if the sun decided to shine personally on me, following me and taunting me with reminders that I choose to travel with mg and now I’ll be miserable in another state. Somewhere during the walk I felt weakness start to set in.
I’m not sure if it was luck or divine intervention but the group of gals I was with really didn’t have much interest in doing a lot of walking or being out in that heat during our trip. So I was able to rest my legs for quite a while after that walk. Usually I’m the weirdo who feels like every moment of vacation should be packed with activity by my mg and I were thankful that this time it worked out in our best interest.
I think I handled the traveling portion a lot better than the Miami trip. The time change of course was a lot to deal with. But thanks to my roids, I don’t get that much sleep anyhow. I was able to maintain my normal 2-3 hours sleep window with ease.
I definitely would go back to Las Vegas but not during the summer. Seems like fall or early spring would be more of my cup of tea. That temperature is just too hot for me and my mg. I feel like I’d definitely have to stay longer than a weekend or take multiple trips in order to see and do all the Vegas has to offer. Just another modification I have to make as I travel with mg.