We boarded the plane, all four of us, and I settled in, browsing through my latest issue of K! Magazine and listening to a lovely blend of Kirk Franklin, Seeds Family Worship, and Lacrae on my MP3 Player. I was feeling optimistic despite my intense history of motion sickness and the potential for nausea stemming from growing pregnant belly.
All was going well until about 10 minutes till touch down.
Then it hit.
You may know the feeling. Your mouth starts to water, your stomach starts quivering like a three-ring circus just moved into town and you know you are going to need one of those disgusting sick bags… and quick!
That’s what it was like for me. Without much warning, I was retching into the (hopefully) super reinforced puke bag. I didn’t think about how much noise I must have been making. I couldn’t hear myself over the “Open the Eyes of my Heart” track that was still playing in my ears. However, the stewardess noticed and was instantly by my side with some moist towelettes and other special supplies.
Thankfully, we were soon landed. As we were gathering our things to “deplane”, the stewardess said, “Well, that was an exciting trip!” In unison, the three heads of my fellow passengers swiveled in my direction. Awkward.
My next flight was two hours later with at least 150 passengers on board and a much bigger plane. As I made my way back to my seat, I realized with dread that I was sitting directly next to one of the three companion flyers from puke flight. Here we go again.