On a flight from Tampa to Chicago, youngest had food poisoning from a chicken quesadilla the night before at Frenchy’s in Clearwater. She was throwing up from 3 am till 6 or so when we had to get up to head to the airport. She said she felt fine and wanted a muffin and some sort of hot drink from Starbucks. Ate the muffin and drank the drink before we got on the plane still feeling fine. I was prepared with plastic bags as we sat on the plane continuously asking if she was alright. Got a nod things are good.
As we are about to lift off and I’m nodding off thinking we are going to make it, she grabs my arm with a death grip. As I look at her, she is salivating at the mouth getting ready to puke. I grab the plastics bags I brought with just in case by my feet and pull them out with one open, arms crossing over her as she starts to vomit in the bag, and all over my arms and hands. She is seated by the window and I’m in the middle. The lady in front of us was screaming asking if she threw up on her. I said no, it’s food poisoning and it was some saliva that she was blowing out as she was trying to hold her breath and not puke till I was ready. Needless to say, she puked numerous times on the flight but we had a great crew that was helping us out by giving up wipes and new garbage bags to take away to vomit. Ladies around us were giving me wipes to clean myself up since I didn’t get up from my seat so I could be there if I needed to assist my daughter. It was a fun five hour flight. She was upset and embarrassed by what happened but told her she doesn’t know any of these people and they don’t know her so don’t worry about it. To this day, I get blamed for msking her eat that chicken quesadilla that she decided to order from Frenchy’s. LoL.
As we are about to lift off and I’m nodding off thinking we are going to make it, she grabs my arm with a death grip. As I look at her, she is salivating at the mouth getting ready to puke. I grab the plastics bags I brought with just in case by my feet and pull them out with one open, arms crossing over her as she starts to vomit in the bag, and all over my arms and hands. She is seated by the window and I’m in the middle. The lady in front of us was screaming asking if she threw up on her. I said no, it’s food poisoning and it was some saliva that she was blowing out as she was trying to hold her breath and not puke till I was ready. Needless to say, she puked numerous times on the flight but we had a great crew that was helping us out by giving up wipes and new garbage bags to take away to vomit. Ladies around us were giving me wipes to clean myself up since I didn’t get up from my seat so I could be there if I needed to assist my daughter. It was a fun five hour flight. She was upset and embarrassed by what happened but told her she doesn’t know any of these people and they don’t know her so don’t worry about it. To this day, I get blamed for msking her eat that chicken quesadilla that she decided to order from Frenchy’s. LoL.
