At the request of a few lovely women I am writing (what I
want to call) “field notes” about my experiences as I travel over the summer.
Considering the fact I tend to drop off the planet over break it’s probably a
good way to keep people informed. And lets face it… my life is full of
fascinating stuff. LOL
Let’s hope my summer isn’t as eventful as my plane ride to
Memphis this morning. I chose not to go to bed last night because, well... I
may have slept until 3PM yesterday and I had a group of fabulous women over for
dinner and conversation. So I finished packing when they left and read some
more of 50 Shades Freed. (OMGCHRISTIANGREY!!)
Now, while I have been on many planes, including a 14-hour
flight to Beijing, I have never felt so awful. I curled up in my seat at about
6AM after having a brief conversation with my seat partner and tried to sleep.
I felt a little anxious but assumed it was because I was headed to see one of
my Best friends. I finally fell asleep… only to wake up as I fainted. (WTF, I know…)
Have you ever fainted? The nausea overwhelms you, as your whole body breaks out
in a cold sweat and if you do black out, at least for me, when you wake up you
don’t know where you are. It is terrifying. It WAS terrifying.
I was trying to maintain consciousness! Talking to myself to
keep myself calm and pulling my hair to cause myself pain in hopes that would
help me shake it. I know I looked crazy to anyone watching… but no one seemed
too concerned. I fought the rest of the flight, of which I have no idea how
long it was, trying to remain conscious. In and out. In and out. I was
miserable. And… alone. (When I’m sick I tend to become this completely
irrational person who assumes they’re going to die in the next 5 minutes
utterly alone! I think I get it from my father…lol) The flight attendant
realized something was off but didn’t press the issue. Frankly, I was terrified
if they saw how bad I felt they would make an emergency landing… and I would be
horrified! Horrified I SAY! So I wrestled my demons and finally made it off the
plane.
The second flight was… better. Although, not normal by any
stretch. It was just a really weird and strange day. Of which I hope I never
have to re-live!! (And No, Nicole M. I haven’t gone to the doctor. Although I
might consider asking a professional some questions.)
After some Panera (which seems to be mine and Sarah’s second
favorite place to eat next to India Palace) and a nap I feel somewhat better.
We picked up Mikah from preschool and immediately he handed me some of his
artwork. “Matashia, I made this for you. It’s a fake ice cream and a chick!”
(aww… Hello, Ovaries… haven’t heard you scream for validation in a few
days...ugh)
We came home and Isaiah, her oldest son, cooked us this
fabulous dinner with bok choy, ramen, chicken, carrots… and some other stuff.
It was fantastic, as I was feeling particularly ravenous. We answered a few of
those silly “would you rather …. Or….” questions. I love how we tried and tried to rationalize our answers to
these completely irrational questions. For example (this one had us discussing
for a while): would you rather have to pee out your nose or smell through your
genitalia? LMAO! Yes, we’re both getting our PhDs.
And we have capped off our night by starting a new South
Korean TV show or two.. LOL! (So far they are not City Hunter and I’m just not
sure they’re going to live up to my expectations… but… I’ll try…. And frankly
with all Sarah and I have in common… our tastes in movies/TV RARELY
overlap…LOL! So South Korean TV it is!!)
Here’s to a fantastic summer with no more fainting!!!
(Unless of course my very own Christian Grey walks into my life… **swoon**)
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