Made It Home

I had just about the most miserable flight I have ever had. 

We had 3 hours at DFW and every minute I was feeling worse.  I decided that I didn’t want to spew my Texas pulled pork sandwich I had for lunch all over the airplane, so I took matters into my own hands.  I emptied my stomach in one of the bathrooms and felt a tiny bit better.  However, 45 minutes later, I was back in the bathroom continuing to empty my stomach.  That was minutes before we had to board.  I had the boarding passes and when I came out, I saw Toby waiting at the gate.  We were almost the last ones on the plane.

We had been separated into 2 sets of 2 seats, so Max and I climbed into our window and middle seats.  Looking into the seat pocket, I wanted to gather the airsick bags.  No such luck.  American Airlines had no airsick bags at our seats.  I was so miserable I couldn’t even talk to the stewardess.  I just tried to sleep. 

When my time arrived, I used a ziplock bag that I had found in one of our backpacks.  My time arrived 4 times on that flight.  I tried to be discreet, but really, how discreet can you be as your guts are turning inside out.  I am confident that I made a good decision to purge before the flight.  My little Ziplock would never had held all that I had previously expelled.

We got home to a very cold house at about 11p.  It was very much a shocker after the week at Casa de Perez which was kept at a constant toasty 68 degrees or so.

Toby hasn’t yet gotten sick, but I figure to be on high alert for the next 3 days.