Right after work on Wednesday, Peter and I rushed home to grab our luggage, our plane tickets, and a bag full of McDonalds and headed straight to LAX. New York City, here we come!

Day 1 of our trip didn’t actually start until Thursday.. We were going to be flying all night Wednesday and arriving mid-morning the next day. However, the plane trip warrants its own blog post because of what happened on board. I think it’s a funny story (after the fact) but I know Peter hates it.

I’m not diabetic but my sugar levels can drop very fast, especially if I haven’t had something to eat or my heart is working in overdrive. So yeah.. I’m a frequent near-fainter. I haven’t actually completely blacked out because I’m usually able to treat myself right away.

Before our plane ride, we had McDonalds for dinner. It might have been because I couldn’t fall asleep and my stomach was already empty but by 2am, I started to feel a little nauseous. I told Peter I was going to the bathroom. Halfway to the bathroom, I realized it was a mistake to get up. The familiar feeling of dizziness hit me and my vision darkened and blurred. I kept walking forward, using the seats along the aisle to keep my balance. I’m pretty sure I hit someone on the forehead. Oh well!

By the time I got to the back of the plane, I had already broken out in a cold sweat and I could tell my face was drained of blood.  My vision was almost completely gone but I could partially make out the shapes of two stewardesses so I pitched myself forward and announced “I don’t feel well” as I fell into the arms of the stewardesses.

They sat me down and I immediately leaned forward and dropped my head between my knees, one of the best ways of getting blood back into your head. Then, I mumbled something about needing orange juice to raise my sugar levels again. Luckily, I remembered where I was sitting so they could find Peter to meet me.

He made his way to me and, even though my head was between my knees, I’m pretty sure his face was first of worry, then of “Of course.” He knows I’m a near-fainter and I’m sure he’s got plenty of these episodes to come.

The stewardesses were so very helpful. They were glad to see that I knew I what I needed (dropping my head and asking for orange juice) and that I actually knew what seat I was at. They had put cold towels against my neck and head and let me chill out with them until I felt completely better. They even gave me a bunch of the Delta cookies to snack on.

What a way to kick off our trip, ammiright??