The Flight

So the trip has started off a little rocky. Unfortunately I am sick! Like really sick people. I haven’t held down any food since yesterday. It started last night on my way to Alexandria I had to pull over two times to vomit. I didn’t sleep well last night because I kept going to the bathroom. So I said a little prayer and told Jesus I could not feel like this the whole way. I just couldn’t do it! So when it was time to get up my stomach was hurting but I wasn’t nauseous. Yes! I am healed! 

We get to the airport around 11:00a.m. Of course there is trouble finding my itinerary but everything works out.  Our first plane at departs at 12:20p.m. so we have time to get something to eat. I’m a little nervous because of last night but I’m feeling better, plus I have to eat to take my malaria pill so we get chipotle (not a good idea). We get on the plane and I start feeling a little sick but I’m ok. The first flight is only 45 minutes thank goodness all goes well.

We have a layover for about 3 hours in New York and that’s when it hits me. I am not healed L.Technically my prayer was answered because I said I couldn’t be like this the whole way and the first part was ok but umm…yeah. So, I lie down and try to sleep it off.

 It is time now to board the 2^nd plane which is a straight flight to Dakar, Senegal. The flight is only about 6.5 hours. That’s like a flight home and back, not too shabby. With the time change and all it ends up being 12 hours but since I’m still in the air so I haven’t felt the effects yet.

Alright back to the flight. So we board the plane and before we take off I know I’m not going to make it! So I kindly ask the man for a bag, go to the bathroom, handle my business, rinse my mouth out with mouth wash, and go back to my seat. As I was putting my mouth wash away it hit me, “they made this journey by boat.” After my third trip to the bathroom this nice white lady gave me some Pepto-Bismol tablets, the flight attendant brought me some ginger ale, and when they came by they kept asking me if I was ok. Way to make a bad situation bearable.

But back to my thought… they seriously made this journey on a boat, involuntary, lying down, and cramped together in chains. And when someone got sick they couldn’t get a bag and go to the bathroom and rinse their mouth out. There was no nice lady handing out medicine. And there was no “boat attendant” trying to make their trip as pleasant as possible. They made this journey by boat.