My flight from LA was fairly uneventful for most of the time. I hand an aisle seat. I had to pay to watch a movie, which bothered me, but I liked the movie, so at least there’s that.
The approach to Maui was turbulent. I was glad the captain warned us – I appreciate a heads-up. The wind was gusting and making the ride really bumpy. A couple of times we did such big up-and-downs that many people in the plane said “woooo!” like they were on a roller coaster. I, on the other hand was whispering prayers audibly.
I have discovered that looking out the window and seeing that we are getting closer to the ground helps me be less scared. It does not, however, help me be less sick. I was sweating and had a headache because of the turbulence. I was a little nervous, because my seat pocket didn’t have an air-sickness bag.
A small help was the distraction of a two-year-old boy two seats over. His mom was next to me, and his dad was three seats down. The boy’s ears weren’t popping, and he was crying. His parents gave him things to eat and drink, then they gave him some gum. He must have gotten relief, because he stopped crying.
But then his dad said: “Oh, shoot” The boy had vomited. His parents went into quick action trying to clean it up. I really felt for the boy. The distraction of the boy didn’t help me be less sick-feeling, but it did help me be less scared, and in no time we were on the ground.
I’m back! Yay! It was good to see Gus.