Newark airport has a strange policy. They don't turn on their AC until halfway through April or May, no matter how hot it is outside. They leave their heat on.
As we landed in Newark and stepped out into the airport, I thought I might die. I don't travel well, you know, but I also don't take heat all that great either.
The heat is worse than any I've experienced in the year. It's sweltering with no escape. As we all drag ourselves around the airport, searching for water and comfort, my health drops lower and lower by the minute. No matter how much water I drink, I can't seem to feel right.
We board the plane, and I know it's at least 9 hours before I will see land again. It's a red eye, so I pop a Unisom and some Dramamine and allow myself to drift off, Owen to my left, Brosef on the other side of the aisle.
I sleep fitfully for the next two ish hours. Our plane is jolting and horrible, and I still feel too hot. Owen swaps me seats, no doubt seeing how pale I am and wondering if I need more space (I was in the middle). By the aisle, I shift many times, occasionally nodding off only to snap back up again.
|A never ending supply of awesome, even after 36+ hours of travel|
But alas, my body has never been cooperative with my panic. Let's just say all the water I kept drinking came back to visit, Linda Blair style.
And my sick bag had a hole.
And Owen had to get me HIS sick bag.
And I had to run off to the bathroom to continue to see the water from before again and again.
I kept nothing down. Owen was kind to me while Brosef slept, unable to know what torture I was in. I only felt worse having someone non-family taking care of me. He may be like a big brother...but he ISN'T. It's not the same. All I wanted was for my brother to wake up and make me feel better, as I was mortified to be looked after by Owen.
|My Brosef is the coolest guy I know|
And to keep you all entertained.
Sick ain't pretty on me, and I was one sore sight to behold. As we got off the plane, EVERYONE noticed how ill I looked and took pity on me.
But I was working. There wasn't time for sickness or embarrassment I had 47 other people to take care of. So away I went, focusing on my job.
I don't think I felt well again until we stepped outside the airport and I once again felt a fresh breeze on my face.
Most glorious moment right there.
Brosef and Owen and I worked on our phones to make them international (theirs never did work quite right), and we prepared for the trip of a lifetime. That first night, watching the sunset, I couldn't believe I was actually standing there. It's all I wanted to remember about that day.
|Everyone connecting with the world again|
Of course, I will forever remember the insanity behind my sickness. We never forget our most embarrassing moments, do we? Well, I suppose I should then tell you about the one that happened a few days later...
|Sunset over Jerusalem|
Come make me feel better - I need the virtual hug!
And stay tuned for more to come
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