I'll admit that I sometimes never thought that I'd ever be able to travel again. The countless years lived with excruciating bladder and vaginal pain, the need to urinate every fifteen minutes and the "ten items or less" IC diet now fade into the background like a nightmare. I can't leave it all behind me though.
Already as I write this and I imagine myself strapped into my narrow seat, surrounded by strangers on a filled to capacity airplane a certain amount of fear and panic set in. My IC is so tolerable that most days I don't even think about it. I tell people that I'm "recovering from a bladder disease". But this doesn't change the fact that I still probably urinate more than the average person, and the panicky painful bladder can act up if I'm not able to urinate within fifteen minutes of feeling the urge.
I figure I have two choices on the flight: dehydrate myself completely (not a healthy choice) or drink in moderation and not be embarrassed to get up to urinate whenever I need to (thank goodness I booked aisle seats in the back of the plane). I plan on taking a small blurb about IC/PBS with me to show the stewardesses. I will be praying to whoever will listen that none of my flights necessitate staying in our seats due to some catastrophe. Perhaps I will even get a doctors note from my very encouraging OB/GYN. No matter the outcome, I am happy to report that soon I will be getting my wings again-in more ways than one!