Wednesday, May 13, 2015


Well coming home my stomach felt uneasy
but what could I do waiting at the airport
for my forty minute flight...not board the flight?

Luckily for me, the seat next to me was empty
because before our plane left the ground,
I was upchucking my lovely Sunday dinner.

Prepared, I had plastic bag in hand which came
in handy over and over again. By the time I
arrived at my destination, I felt terrible and weak.

So I asked for a wheelchair to get me through
the lobby. Imagine my husband's surprise
when I was pushed up to the front door.

Twenty-four hour flu is my only conclusion
since no one else who ate dinner got sick.
Thankful to be home, out of the public eye.

Now two days later, I'm still not quite the same.
But happy for normal days with no upchucking 
while cruising at 35,000 feet in the air.

With sore muscles in my side as a memory,
eating food as a welcome activity is slowly
returning as I regain taken for granted days.


  1. Oh no!! That's a fear I have. I'm so sorry but glad you are home to recupe.

  2. I'm glad you were able to get back home with it, but I have to feel bad for the passengers on the plane who might also have now gotten that bug! Not much you could do about it!

  3. That sounds like one miserable flight! Good thing it was short.

  4. I was sick all of last week too. Really weird stuff is going around. Now my nephew is knocked out with a virus.

  5. Wow! You were surely visited by an ugly bug. And what a difficult situation you were in. Glad you're gradually feeling better.