To begin with, I was already sick when I got on the plane. Then I realized I had done the unthinkable and packed my motion sickness pills with my check in luggage. Anyone who's ever been on a plane with me will know that I cannot survive without those pills. And on an 11 hour flight... damn.
So naturally, everything got magnified beyond control at that point. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't hold down water, and no one could talk to me. The crying kids did not help at all as well. I'm usually the one who can stand the crying children on the plane (seeing as how I have 1 myself), but without my pills, I am incapable of compassion.
I had to be reseated near the restrooms and one of the more understanding Japanese passengers decided to lend me his noise canceling headphones so I could at least sleep (and I guess so he could as well because I was practically bawling). What happened though was that I found the weight of it on my head too heavy so that didn't work either.
I was in tears half the time, restless as hell, and I developed a fever. If anything though, I have to commend the NW crew.. they were kind enough to look after me, and the one assigned to our main cattle cabin was even changing the cold towel on my head every 2 hours or so.
I just want to get home now so I can crawl in bed.


