Have you ever been sick on a plane? I have! It is extremely humiliating. When Sam was a baby I left him with my Mom and Dad and flew to see Greg when he was at a course at Fort Leavenworth. I knew as soon as I got on my second flight that there was puke in my future. I sat down next to a really sweet guy who looked at me and my air sick bag and jovially asked "do you think you are going to need that?". To which I responded "actually, yes". Let's just say his smile quickly faded. Thankfully taking off in a large plane is very noisy. No one (except the poor guy next to me) heard or saw me lose my lunch. He very calmly notified a stewardess who took my little package and got me some ginger ale.
Now if you know me I'm not much of a barfer. It fascinates me when I do and I want to talk about and relive the details with the 0nes I love. You all are finding out all sorts of disgusting facts about me this week, huh?! After a couple of weeks and another sick session I discovered that my body could not handle two birth control pills at the same time. My plane episode had nothing to do with flying. Regardless I alway make sure I know exactly where that little white bag is before we take off!!
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