70 Meltdown
To abbreviate a very long and grueling episode, my departing flight sat on the tarmac for another 45 minutes until we could get take-off clearance.
Then when we were finally about to taxi to the runway, the pilot announced that he had received orders to offload extra fuel and some of the mail being transported, in order to bring us under the limit for liftoff through the ever-mounting winds etc
By the time we finally took off, I was passing in and out of consciousness. I carried on a nebulous conversation with the lady beside me just to be focused on something beside my self.
I had a four-hour flight ahead of me, so popped half of one of my trusty Dormonid Midazolams.
Sometime before take-off, I had pressed the button for a stewardess but the turbulence was so bad that all the cabin staff were ordered by the pilot to remain seated until he advised otherwise.
One valiant steward from First Class, who I had chatted with upon boarding, saw that I was fast becoming a pile of mush and ventured forth to encourage me to deep breathe, and offering me hope that he would return as soon as he could.
As soon as the plane stopped rattling, I watched this steward spring forward and begin approaching a number of people sitting in the rows behind me. I found out he was encouraging passengers to volunteer to shift seats, which freed up a whole empty row.
Thankful, I hobbled to this row, put my leg up on the seat and immediately faded out. (You'll recall I had popped half of one of my sleeping pills.)
Then when we were finally about to taxi to the runway, the pilot announced that he had received orders to offload extra fuel and some of the mail being transported, in order to bring us under the limit for liftoff through the ever-mounting winds etc
By the time we finally took off, I was passing in and out of consciousness. I carried on a nebulous conversation with the lady beside me just to be focused on something beside my self.
I had a four-hour flight ahead of me, so popped half of one of my trusty Dormonid Midazolams.
Sometime before take-off, I had pressed the button for a stewardess but the turbulence was so bad that all the cabin staff were ordered by the pilot to remain seated until he advised otherwise.
One valiant steward from First Class, who I had chatted with upon boarding, saw that I was fast becoming a pile of mush and ventured forth to encourage me to deep breathe, and offering me hope that he would return as soon as he could.
As soon as the plane stopped rattling, I watched this steward spring forward and begin approaching a number of people sitting in the rows behind me. I found out he was encouraging passengers to volunteer to shift seats, which freed up a whole empty row.
Thankful, I hobbled to this row, put my leg up on the seat and immediately faded out. (You'll recall I had popped half of one of my sleeping pills.)
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