Medical & Illness Stories

On Wednesday my family and I took a flight from Baltimore-Washington International (BWI) to Germany. I hate flying, and have awful anxiety about it, so I decided to take a Valium that I got from the doctor.

Earlier in the week, my brother caught the flu and was sick. We were all worried we would get sick for this flight (it was approximately 7 hours), so we Lysoled everything he touched and used a lot of hand sanitizer. After feeling perfectly fine all week, I had not a touch of nausea at all until 3 hours into the flight. I started sweating (and it was freezing on the plane) and felt sick to my stomach. I went to the lavatory and nothing happened, but I felt better after getting up and walking. I sat back down for about 20 minutes and suddenly, with no warning, threw up all over myself. Thankfully I was around my family and no one else saw me throw up. We got a flight attendant and she gave me a bag and some towels to try to clean myself up. My jeans were covered in poorly cleaned up vomit for the remaining 4 hours.

I’m not sure if I had a bad reaction to the Valium, or got the bug that my brother had, but I’m fine now. It was probably the single most embarrassing moment of my life. (Sorry if this was gross or TMI.)

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It was the first vacation for several years and we really looked forward to it. Our holiday, such as it was, started on the 9th of September at Gatwick Airport where, on arrival, my wife was subject to a fall on the entry escalator. The escalator had a direction sign for EasyJet departures but none for lifts? She sustained an excruciating chest complaint that was caused by falling and trying to pull herself up with one hand whilst her hand luggage was pulling her in the opposite direction. Such was the onslaught of people trying to pass on the escalator that she sustained a push. That left her unable to breath for a considerable time and unable to walk without assistance because she had stretched her rib cage.

We had arrived in good time for the book-in; in fact we were there just after 3am for the 5.50am flight to Thessaloniki. However, the amount of people who pushed and complained on the escalator while she was trying to reestablish an upright position was unbelievable. There was a rush, for what I don’t know, but everyone was directed up this escalator. At the top was even more confusion as there was no sign of which direction to take, but the crowd gave us little choice. I had my wife on one arm with two small hand baggage wheelies and another bag to go into checked baggage.

On entering with the crowd in the hall we were confused as to where we should book in. On the left hand side there were a great number of desks stating, “ALL EASYJET FLIGHT BOOKINGS.” It was solid with masses of people who seem just as confused as us. On the right hand side there were again other groups going round in a spiral direction, also pushing towards EasyJet bookings. I enquired with several different families waiting in line where they were going and the answer was Helkidiki (Hal`kidiki), but none had any idea where that was. I am fortunate to be able to speak a little Greek and knew that this was the correct place for us to book in.

The staff at the desk were very sympathetic and my wife managed to get transportation to the aircraft. It was really touch and go. She refused medical attention because we had waited with such eagerness to get the holiday, the first for several years, and getting a medic would mean losing the flight. I can’t believe how far it is to walk from the departure lounge to the aircraft.

We then endured the trying-to-sit-together position and surviving all of the misery of getting on the flight. EasyJet kept us sitting in the plane for over an hour at the departure gate!!!! It was intolerable. The flight – already a three hour endurance test in a cramped position – now became four hours. I had a middle seat position where the seat in front was unable to stay upright, the large person in the seat seemed unaware that (despite my requests) this was not the norm. I had to endure the whole journey in a crouched position unable to use the tray at feeding time, and turning a page of our purchased newspaper was very difficult. On arrival to Macedonia Airport we succeeded to get help to the airport bus, through passport control, and my waiting car.

The first week was very difficult; my wife developed a breathing condition from the fall and found it hard to leave our hotel room. We decided to call it a day on the 15th of September after only six days and return home to Gatwick. I had with me my mobile phone and also the use of a mainline telephone in the village where we were staying where I purchased several phone cards. The phone numbers given out to me by EasyJet staff and customer service were confirmed to be correct by e-mail before I left U.K., e.g. 0044 825200xxxx and customer experience team 0044 0871244xxxx.

After three days and nights I tried to get some attention via the Greek Internet Café,  but the local one consisted of mostly games, and since I was the only customer, closed down later that day for the winter season. I spent £25 on phone calls and another £12 on my mobile direct to CUSTOMER SERVICE. I was on the telephone every day and night, but this number given out is not available!!

I have all the records of my mobile calls showing how many times I tried to make contact, and in frustration how many variations of the number I tried. It was only through direct contact with Ireland, another £6, I was able to understand that the only seats available were on the flight the day after my own normal return.

Surely in this day and age it is not so unexpected to believe that every aircraft keeps a least two seats for emergencies where people must return? I contacted EasyJet and received neither help or sympathy, and yes you’ve guessed it, I have also written to the Chief Executive, who ignores our communications.

Signed – Ron

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OK, just got back from a week away. On my final flight home (a little prop job) I encountered a family that was a bit disturbing.

It started at the gate waiting for my connecting flight. A family of 7 entered the gate area (grandmother, grandfather, mother, father, 4 year old, 18 month old, infant) traveling together. I must say, the uber-stroller they had to hold the two young ones was pretty impressive. They plop down on the seats across from me (about 3 feet away). Mom just pulls the infant out, lays him down, and begins to change the diaper right there on the seats at the gate. Pretty disgusting to watch and smell, so I take a walk.

They pre-board the flight.

Well, I ended up in the row right behind father and 18 month old. The others are in the rows ahead. It is now obvious the entire family is sick. They are all coughing, sneezing, sniffing, and spewing. But the guy ahead of me is the worst. He sniffs and snorts every 5 seconds (ever hear of blowing your nose?). He continuously wipes his nose on his hands and arms and then wipes his arms on his pants, the back of the seat in from of him, etc. He keeps putting his arm around his kid’s seat and placing his hand on the wall in my row. This is the same hand that he has been wiping his nose with constantly. Sniff, snort, sneeze, wipe, repeat.

Then his child tosses a pacifier he’s had in his mouth between the seats and onto the floor in front of me (yes infant is sick too). Snot filled dad simply turns around, leans over, and starts feeling around my feet with his arms which are covered in nose slime, all while sticking his face directly in front of mine and shouting “Heeeeeey, can you reach that.” Before he can finish, I’ve kicked the pacifier to him under the seat so that this disgusting torture ends as quickly as possible.

I am praying I don’t come down with anything. I showered as soon as I got home. I really feel sorry for the folks who sat in that row on the next flight. They were literally going to be stewing in germ filled slime.

It is obvious to me that this family is at the stage where, given the age of the kids, everyone is sick all the time. That is just how it goes with young kids. But that is no excuse for living in a bubble and practicing no hygiene whatsoever in public places.

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About 2 months ago, a flight I expected would be more pleasant than usual turned out to be a real flight from hell.

Before my flight, I used my miles to upgrade to first class on an AA flight. I thought this would make my flight much more comfortable than usual… I was wrong.

Next to me was sitting a woman who was 86 years old. I know this because I heard her talking to someone else. Her family was seated back in coach. Soon after take-off, the 86 year old lady sneezes and covered her entire face with snot. I mean her ENTIRE face. Given that I was still in a great mood, I happily took out tissues I had in my purse and offered all of them to her. I should have known this was an omen of a bodily fluid nightmare…

Half an hour later, I was brought my meal. As I was about to begin eating, my seatmate suddenly and explosively vomited. The flight attendant rushes to her aid and was able to fill 3 bags with her vomit! At that point, I was not able to continue eating the hummus dip I had been brought. You can imagine why.

Another half an hour later, as I am stepping around her to use the restroom, she vomits again in the same explosive manner. This time, some of her vomit actually got on my clothes! After cleaning myself out in the restroom, I come back to my seat to find a lot of people around her. Because she is so old, vomiting continuously poses a real health risk. Because of this crowd, I was asked to simply stand and wait. The problem, of course, was that we were experiencing turbulence and I felt unsteady and wanted to buckle up. The turbulence lasted another 40 minutes, and during that time I just stood and the sick lady vomited yet again. That whole area smelled terrible. For some reason that I still don’t know, her family members would give me rather harsh looks. I didn’t at ANY point say or make a face of any kind! In fact, I was more than helpful the whole time.

To top it off, because I couldn’t just stand while the plane landed, I was demoted to coach. There went my upgrade. They gave my seat to the old lady’s niece. I asked if I could get my miles back and very swiftly they said “NO.”

So, to finish this crazy story, I can only tell you that about two days later I woke up extremely nauseous… I wonder where I caught that stomach virus!!!!!

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