Traveler’s Tummy Troubles

May 31, 2013

in Illness/Medical Stories

I’d had bad trips before (no pun intended), but little did I know about this one in particular. Our stay in Varadero, Cuba, 02/2010, was good but not great. My sis and dad fell ill. When the holiday came to an end, we left at midnight to be at the airport at 3:00 a.m. All of a sudden I felt this dull, but strong belly ache that left me doubled and breathless like a punch, and then disappeared. I ignored it, only for it to come back and haunt me about 10 minutes later. I figured it was time to go paint the bowl brown, but nothing happened when I got there. Shortly after, we had breakfast. I had just a cup of tea, as my appetite glimmered by its absence at that point.

The gate was opened at 5:00, so we all took seats once in the flying tube. There was merry banter from us about going home, from me about my tummy, and from some others about leaving that oppressing island until it was 6:00, takeoff time. The pilot announced that the flight would be delayed for at least another hour until the fog evaporated, when I was obviously expecting him to command us to put on our seat belts. Brilliant, innit?! My stomach protested at the thought. Tried the loo again and succeeded, with not quite as much pain relief as I wanted. Back on my conveniently assigned aisle seat (I’m loyal to my window seat whenever I can), I tried to sleep.

I woke from a rather light snooze at about 8:30 feeling somewhat nauseous. What did I see? The weather, not better; the plane, at the gate. Would my weak, sore, weary body ever hit my bed at last? After yet another long hour of me paying several visits to the throne and going borderline bananas, we took off. The FA came out with the cart, and everything in that little box she handed out looked less than appealing to me. I sipped apple juice and forced some fibre biscuits and sugarless applesauce down my throat, unlike the vacuum packaged cheese/sausage stick and something else which I did not eat because I was disgusted by everything.

The flight carried on with more dump taking and failed attempts at sleeping. Whilst standing up, I dared look out the window: sunny, white, and shiny, but no visible ground. That made me dizzy, so I felt queasier, which was rare. For several minutes I panicked at the thought of throwing up after years of not doing it (emetophobe alert!), and vowed not to look out the window until arrival. But when I saw the coastal skyline of Panama City, I grinned. I felt automatically less queasy when we got off that despicable tube with wings, and I almost kissed the airport floor. That had been my worst flight until then, and it’s still my worst until now. From hell indeed! First thing I did when I got home, sweet home? Well… I hit my bed with my weak, sore, weary, and now feverish body, and drifted into that much desired altered state of consciousness, of course: sleep.


Queen of the White Thrones

{ 6 comments… read them below or add one }

aaron June 4, 2013 at 4:48 pm

Thoroughly boring. Basically, your flight was delayed and you used the bathroom multiple times because of an upset stomach. One sentence would have said it all.


mrsjamiecbaker June 5, 2013 at 7:39 am

Ha! Short & sweet 🙂


john June 5, 2013 at 12:28 pm

life's a bitch then you eat it – lucky you were not on a us airline – you would pay for food and drink


boh tong June 12, 2013 at 2:15 am

I tend to agree with aaron's comment. At first I thought it was going to be a story that would excite me but it was boring and long winded. Sorry for being blunt.


waldi June 12, 2013 at 6:15 pm

Yawn… snooz… snoring….


First Class June 17, 2013 at 2:25 pm

Dumbest story ever posted here. 30 seconds of my life I wish I had back.
I would have divorced your smelly ass.


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