When I was 18, I was flying back (on my second air flight ever!) from visiting my married sister in Nevada. Now, in my extended family, I am known as ‘the sickly one.’ Everything that can happen does to me.
On this flight, I boarded feeling cheery, excited, and well rested. I spoke to the gent sitting beside me about little things, and listened to him. I started listening more and more to him as I began to feel lightheaded and a bit sick in a non-nausea way. My chest hurt and I was having a hard time breathing. I asked him, when I was beginning to gasp, to call the airline attendant.
Bravo to the airline for having considerate attendants, a kind African American gentleman, but no working oxygen tank in the back! It was okay, they got one from the front. I remember passing out, but feeling better as soon as the plane descended far enough for an emergency landing. I asked the flight attendant to apologize to the other passengers for me. I still feel guilty about my health messing up their flight.
A very sarcastic thanks to the New Mexico hospital who assumed I had been on drugs, didn’t run a single test aside from a drug screening and turned me out ALONE with no money, knowing I hadn’t been able to contact my parents and was hundreds of miles away from home, with no answer as to why I was having chest pain, difficultly breathing, and passed out. Thank God my father heard from the only relative I’d been able to contact and came from Texas!
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Ah????? So what? Unable to finish story? Ah?
hyperventilation!
I bet the hospital didn't know they were supposed to 'give' you money when you are released!