Tuesday, March 18, 2008
air sick
I hate throwing up. I hate when I throw up, I hate when others throw up, I hate the sound, smell, everything associated with it. So one of my first concerns was how often do people get airsick? I asked L* about it, I asked the flight attendants at FACTS training I even tried to research it online. Everyone said it has either never happened to them, or it only happens once in a very great while. So me on my very first solo flight (I know a little out of order forgive my brain for trying to suppress traumatic events!) what happens? Well I'm sure you can guess- the one teenage girl that was actually awake to eat the ice cream sundaes I served was the one to get sick. We were trying to land in Eagle, CO and because of the mountains it was a bumpy also a little sway towards the back of the plane. So everyone's seated and buckled and I hear my name. I learn around the divider and the Mrs. says she probably wont get sick but maybe a bag just in case. So being on the A/C for the first time I quickly run through all the drawers in my head- don't remember seeing airsick bags anywhere! Shit! Quick I grab a gallon ziplock give her that and go back to the galley to get her a cold washcloth. Then I hear the other two teenage girls kinda in an uproar (like they have never seen anyone puke) I go up the Mrs. is trying to get her daughter and friend out of the section where the girl sits, the girl is hunched over towards the outboard wall trying to be as small as possible puking about half gallon I'd say. It was traumatic for me, and probably for her. But we did get through it so I guess thats good because now I wont be freaking out about it everytime I fly someone. Phew.
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