I’ve recently just got back from a family holiday to Gran Canaria which was amazing but was obviously not without it’s problems. I highly recommend going with family/friends/partners who fully understand your illness in depth and what can go wrong. There’s nothing worse than being unwell in a foreign country and having no one to help you out. I always end up taking at least one trip to the pharmacy or doctor, because I’m fucking tragic, this time it was for pain patches which are literally 10 times better than anything you’d get over the counter here. I meant to bring some home with me but left it last minute and the pharmacy was closed.
Flying is never great when you have joint problems as being cramped in a small space unable to move about, for me personally, causes a lot of issues. It’s a 4 hour flight so for starters there’s the pain side of things. My hips are bad and holding them still for too long or sitting in the wrong position causes so much pain, that by the time I get off the plane I’m struggling to walk on my own without my stick or a crutch. We paid for extra legroom seats so I could move about a bit and stretch out. This is great, however, these seats are usually near to an emergency exit and if they see you have reduced mobility they won’t allow you to sit there. On the way out we had no issues, but on check in on the return flight they spotted my crutches and said we may be asked to move. This resulted in me stealthily putting the crutches as small as they would go and sneaking them on. We were walking as normally as possible for three people walking too close together with the bloody things wedged between us. Luckily it worked.
Apparently if you can’t eat gluten, on some planes, you’re just expected to starve for the duration of the flight, so I strongly advise taking your own food or eating the lovely overpriced food in the airport. I’m not sure with other airlines but all Tui had was a tiny bag of popcorn, thanks guys! If you’re like me and need daily laxatives I don’t advise taking them the day before or the same day you fly as no one wants to be fighting to get in one of them small cubicles in a hurry, or stinking out half the plane haha. Sometimes it literally just can’t be helped, my bowel randomly kicks off, but I always try my best to reduce the risk of that situation. For my irrigation system the hospital issued me with it’s own ‘passport’ to make sure we got it through without a problem, also tablets kept in the boxes so they can see what it is you’re taking and you don’t look like a smuggler. I clearly look like one anyway as I always get my hands and hips swabbed for no reason haha.
It seemed the best idea to get a taxi to the hotel from the airport avoiding sitting for hours on one of them stupid transfer coaches that wait for what seems like an eternity for other flights to land.
We chose the resort of Melanores in Gran Canaria as we’ve been there before in a different hotel. The ground is flat and well paved which is great so I can get around easily and if I needed a wheelchair we still could have got out to the beach, the restaurants and the bars. We stayed in the Lopesan Baobab resort where they honestly couldn’t have done more for us. They gave me a full (random) breakfast and had a full gluten free menu for me to pick my evening meal from that changed daily. I live for pizza and that was always on there with whatever toppings you wanted. They always gave you far too much but it was so good! The only down side was that a lot of the sunbeds are on gravely sand, so they’re a bit tricky to get to with reduced mobility but someone does come around to take drinks orders so once you’re settled on a sunbed, there’s not much need to move.
I actually took a trip to the waterpark which I must admit I was slightly shitting myself going to incase I popped a joint or just landed at the bottom of a slide in a destroyed heap. I found the slides you sit in an inflatable of any type were fine but I took all the skin off my elbow on one without and I could feel my joints slowly taking a beating. Even they did a gluten free hotdog and there were cats everywhere which always brightens up my day.
The sun is a great healer of all things pain related I find and I literally wanted to be left there to start a new life in the sun. My PoTS can be a bit of a pain, but I make sure I drink water with a hydration tab in (pictured below) and at least 2 bottles of water a day to stay hydrated, especially when consuming a lot of alcohol. Otherwise I’m dizzy 24/7. Some tablets can cause increased sun exposure which I learnt the hard way the year before. Only putting factor 20 on lead to me burning the whole of the back of my body. It blistered from my shoulders to my legs and I ended up full of scabs with me running into shady patches for the rest of the week looking a right dick, even the sun on my clothes absolutely killed.
I had the most amazing time and would recommend there to anyone! We went out almost every night and though I was on my walking stick most of the time it was so easy to get around. If I just said ‘sin gluten’ in 90% of the places they could cater for me and were completely clued up on allergies/intolerances. The pool was huge so I managed a swim most days which kept up my exercise regime and my mood.