life, the universe, and donna

Well, that was by far the WORST FLIGHT I HAVE EVER BEEN ON.

and it had nothing to do with Cathay Pacific, who were fantastic as usual. And nothing to do with the other flyers around me — they were quiet & unobtrusive and hell, it was an overnight flight (well, local time… I suppose it lasted all day Vancouver time) so mostly we all slept.

So what made it so shitty? Well… somewhere over the Indian ocean, I got a roaring migraine. And the seat in front of me was leaned so far back that I couldn’t get to my drugs. Eventually, breakfast came, and I skipped the hot food, but the fruit & yogurt was delicious.

and, of course, a huge mistake. Soon after breakfast, the nausea came. On the upside, I was able to get to my bag and get my one nasal spray of imitrex. On the downside, it made me throw up.

Yep, I’m officially one of those people who’ve used the barf bags.

I think my seatmate slept through it all. Thank god. It’s bad enough to vomit on a plane WITHOUT grossing out all of those around you. Also well planned: The facecloth in my carry on luggage. And the gum. and the little listerine pocket packs. I am a smart cookie. For a puker.

Anyway. It’s … just after 8am, my flight doesn’t leave til noon, and since I left my breakfast in a bag on the plane, I’m a bit hungry. I also need to start my malaria pills, which I meant to do last night, but was too damn sick. Curses. If I get malaria, I’m totally blaming my migraine. fucking migraine.

Oh, and NOW I’m officially the furthest away from home that I’ve ever been. Also, first time on this side of the equator. Hello, Johannesburg!