My husband and I went to Normandy last September for a short break, stayed in a nice hotel with an adapted room. We knew the facilities weren’t perfect (when are they?) but manageable. The hotel had a fabulous spa pool with a hoist which we used just once and wished we’d tried it earlier. We did some walking (pushing) on the seafront, did some sights and ate some lovely food.
So we thought we’d go back there this September. Booked the same room as last year (unfortunately we’d not taken any photos of the room), and thought it would be great. Unfortunately, what I could cope with last year was not the same as this year. We’d simply not remembered the room exactly. I had trouble using the loo - there was just one bar and even using the wheelchair as the second bar it was difficult. The shower chair had no arms, or brakes, nor was it fixed to the wall (in essence just a plastic chair) and there were insufficient grab bars. I had one shower, felt very unsafe and decided against any more. We’d taken a portable bed bar to help me hail myself around in bed, again just like last year. That was pretty much insufficient, every time I moved my husband had to help me, in bed, out of bed and in the bathroom. We both felt exhausted the whole time, it was just so much effort to do anything. We decided not to use the spa pool as it would use up even more energy. We went out one day and had a nice time but ultimately decided to cut the break short. It cost us an extra £60 to change the booking to get the ferry home sooner.
Altogether it was a very expensive, uncomfortable and exhausting two day break. We came home last Friday and I’m still so fatigued I can’t entertain my friends who are here from Edinburgh for the weekend. I woke up this morning at 10:15, got up and have had to send them out without me (OH has taken them to the beach where the 5 year old can play). I can barely contemplate doing anything for the rest of the day apart from going back to bed!
The way I feel now, I never want to leave home again. It’s taught us that I’m much less able than I was a year ago, last year I managed much easier with the help of my lovely husband. We now know that returning to the same hotel needs the same careful planning and examination of all the facilities as if we’d never been there. We will now always take photos of hotel rooms and especially bathrooms wherever we go, and we’ll wait at least a few months before we book anything else.
I feel worse for my husband than for me to be honest, he’s worked all his life, retired 2 years ago and always wanted to travel more. Now everything he suggests is difficult/impossible because of my ever increasing disability. I know we will go away again, but right now I just feel so tired!