Took it easy today.. had breakfast with friends.. a little writing.. a little reading.. a movie.. a few dog walks.. some cooking.. tested some tech.. had a bath.. played ps3.. finished a blog post.. did some research on Picnic08.. bid on a Land Rover on Ebay.. edited some photos.
I woke from a light sleep and felt very strange indeed. I knew I only had seconds to take off my seatbelt and find a flight attendant. I would not make it to the bathroom.
As soon as I stood up I felt feint and just managed to tell the attendant I was going to be sick before I collapsed in the aisle.
It was my bodies way of telling me my brain needed oxygen.
I stayed low and clambered onto a crew seat as a sick bag was thrust into my hands and a tank of oxygen placed at my feet. I was handed the mask and managed one deep breath before sticking my face into the paper bag and throwing up.
I used three bags before I felt I was done. It was a red fruity flavoured sick as pudding was the last thing to pass my lips.
I took a few tokes on the oxygen and then took advantage of the four seat bed I was offered to stretch out on.
Then I slept, waking with a taste for more oxygen, but they wouldn’t let me have any, as when I asked, I was smiling.