Here's a friendly tip. When planning a trip to Las Vegas PACK SOME GOOD WALKING SHOES! Oh, how I wish someone would have offered me this little gem of advice. But, no, instead I packed cute shoes that would show off my freshly manicured toes since I was going somewhere nice enough to finally breakout my sandals!
Day One: Jack, Sharla, Rob, and I head out for a look around Sin City. We walked about a half a mile down the strip and back before I noticed that I has a slight twinge of pain in my left foot. Determined not to let it slow me down, I suggested we stop for lunch. This was sure to give my foot amuch needed break so we could be on our way again for the afternoon. After lunch we parted ways with Rob and Sharla and headed just a little bit further down the strip. By the time we reached M&M World, I was gimping around like someone with a serious problem. Jack decided it was time to head back to our room so I could rest my foot. I took a nice, hot, long bath in the gi-normous garden tub we had in our room. A half an hour later I still could not put much pressure on my foot without wanting to cry out in pain. We walked a bit more that evening while I sported Jack's running shoes which are about a size too big. Certainly a night's rest would be good for my ailment.
Day Two: The next morning I could not walk! What the crap?! How was I going to take in all the sights maimed like this? How was I going to stay in my hotel room all day with only 4 channels to watch? (by the way - they really don't want to give you any reason to spend time in your room in Vegas, so they give you crap TV so you'll head back down to the casino). After breakfast we headed (I hobbled) to a shop in the mall where I could buy some IcyHot - that's right, IcyHot. I rubbed it in on my foot, but it didn't help for longer than 3 minutes (but I smelled fantastic!). So it was off to the bell desk to inquire about what kind of assistance I could rent to help me survive the rest of my vacation. They only solutions available were a wheelchair (ABSOLUTELY NOT!) or an electric scooter (SERIOUSLY?!). Jack jumped all over that scooter idea and the bell hop disappeared and drove one around. I was mortified. It was official, I was about to embark on day 2 of my vacation looking like one of those 400 pound people who's knees buckle at the sheer weight they try to support. I cried. Jack laughed.
Rob has muscular dystrophy so I wasn't alone in my plight to tool around Vegas in my granny scooter.
We spent the day banging into each other, racing, and laughing! I even felt bad for Jack and Sharla having to walk all that way and open doors for us and stuff!
Just a couple of fact about Las Vegas:
- They apparently do not have an open container law.
- You can buy Margaritas by the yard in a bong container.
- They do not frown on drinking while driving a scooter down the sidewalk.
- Drinking at 10:00am is socially acceptable.
- People are very understanding if you ACCIDENTALLY run into them while you're on a scooter (even if you've been drinking).
- Anyone can rent a scooter for $40!
Funniest part of our entire trip (just ask Sharla, I think she nearly peed her pants)...
It is not easy (or recommended) to maneuver a 3-point turn in an elevator on a scooter after a drink at 10:00 in the morning without giving yourself whiplash at least twice!
I'm not really sure what happened, but I remember hitting the wall and then backing up and taking another run at it full speed and hitting so hard I nearly flipped over the handle bars. I haven't seen my chiropractor yet because I'm simply not sure how I'm going to explain it to him.
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