11.
“Not someone, but myself, unfortunately. The last flight I was on was my first time leaving town without my kids. The anxiety I got from leaving them and being a day’s worth of traveling away made me feel physically sick. I knew we’d miss them and I knew it would be hard, but I’d generally been strong about it and despite that aspect, very excited. Once we got as far as boarding the plane, I was nauseous from anxiety.”
“We got seated and by the time we were buckled, instructed to stay seated and about to take off, I was fighting back vomiting in a big way. The plane took off, and it got worse and worse the more we elevated.
Before we got fully in the air and able to use the restroom, it happened. I puked VIOLENTLY, but I stopped it with my mouth. My face looked and felt like a chipmunk storing nuts, except it was a day’s worth of meals and bile. I had to SWALLOW it, because remember, we couldn’t get up yet. This happened three more times, where each time I swallowed it, because it was coming right back up.
The fourth time, my mouth couldn’t stop it. It blew out with a FORCE. This happened yet another three times, all actually leaving my body. I puked all over my husband and my lap, and still had to wait a few minutes before getting up to go to the restroom. I felt so bad for my husband and the people sitting around us, because the smell was atrocious. I had to ask for a bag to put my jacket in, a barf bag (just in case anything else was left), and some paper towels for my husband. Still shocked that happened.”
—asherd402
Discover more from InstiWitty Media Studios
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.
