Two years ago on a flight from JFK to Heathrow, I was seated next to a middle-aged pudgy man. He ordered a cocktail directly after take-off, took two sleeping pills with his drink, and promptly fell asleep.
Soon after he fell asleep, he began to pass gas; loud, smelly, ridiculous farts. I was on the aisle, and the row across from me had an open seat. The woman sitting in the aisle across from me took pity on me and let me move over next to her. Everyone in a two-row radius fluctuated between giggles and grimaces for the next few hours.
About 3 hours later the man woke up. He still was suffering from a GI tract abomination, however. He then began trying to “control” himself. Eventually he failed, letting one really rip. He looked across the aisle directly at me, and explained, “Sorry, these sleeping pills give me gas.”
WHY would you take them then?!
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flatulence,
medication & drugs,
odor
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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flight attendant,
illness & medical,
medication & drugs
I was the passenger from hell. I was flying from Texas to MD with my 2 month old son. I knew I did not fly well and had asked the doctor what I could take as I was nursing. He said it was quick flight and I would be fine. WRONG!!
I had to take a hop flight on the first leg of the journey. This flight included a broken seat, curtains hiding the cockpit and two very small propellers. We made it to Dallas. I thought I was going to have an hour lay over to settle my stomach. Nope, right on the next plane. I was in an aisle seat with my son and it started. I was sick as a dog. I tried to get to the bathroom but I was carrying my son and almost passed out. I asked for the little white bags. I was so bad. I really felt bad for the two men sitting next to me and then I realized that the in-flight meal was spaghetti (gross).
We finally landed. They had called for a wheel car to help me off the plane. I said no as my parents were meeting me and I did not want to freak them out. The men sitting next to me carried my son and carry-on luggage out.
I apologize to everyone of that flight. I feel so bad.
To say the least for the flights back I bought formula and the strongest motion sickness pills out there.
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children & babies,
doctor,
illness & medical,
medication & drugs,
pregnant,
puddle jumper,
vomit
This story is a reflection of my world. It’s not a hell story, but really funny…
Years ago, I’m taking a short flight from ATL to RDU. I had just gotten back from being stationed in Germany, and was on the last leg of a 19 hour flight day. I was in my BDU’s, so I thought it was really nice when I was offered a seat in first class, since they were not full.
So, I stroll up to first class, and it was SO my day, because I was going to sit next to a stunningly beautiful lady. I sit and chat, we take off, and just as we leveled out, she opens an arsenal of pills. I ask, and she tells me she works for a drug company and was on medication. “This one is for this, that one is for that…” She names off 5 or 6 pills, and then gets to the golden nugget: “…and THIS one is because I have constant diarrhea.”
It was over. I lost it. Maybe it was because I was so tired, but I laughed so hard that other people were laughing at me. I think it was right then that she realized what she had told me, (TMI!) and she wouldn’t talk to me for the rest of the flight. That didn’t bother me. There are some things a guy should NEVER hear about a woman.
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medication & drugs
