Monday morning....

3:50am..my alarm clock goes off.
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 I am awaking at this awful early time because I have a 6:40am flight to Lincoln, NE. Im back on this rotating schedule for my job until June. Yay….
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So after texting my ride to make sure he was up, I starts to get myself ready to head out the house. I take my dog out, and I start to get this strange pain in my stomach and side. I just had a juice, so was wondering was that the cause of this ungodly pain I was having. I know also that my body don’t agree with much of any kind of food or drink at 4 in the am…so kind of attributed it to that. 5 am comes , im sitting on the couch waiting for my ride to get there, and this pain gets worse and worse. Kind of felt like some sort of muscle spasm..Couldn’t really put my finger on it, but it hurt! In the back of my mind, I thought maybe this was a sign to stay home. But im a trooper.! And secondly, with the way the economy is, couldn’t see it looking too good me ditching a work trip.
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My ride gets to my house, so off to the airport I go. Im extra uncomfortable the whole ride there. My stomach was on some other stuff, and my boy left his glasses at home, so instead of seeing the signs on the freeway…he’s seeing green with white letters. I made it safely to the airport and proceeded to the e-ticket check in. As I approach the line, I start to feel sick as ever, started sweating and all. I ask the lady at the line where is the nearest bathroom, and she directs me.
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“Sir, please take your suitcase with you.”
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I had nothing on my mind but getting to the bathroom. (sidebar, as much craziness that’s been happening at airports, I bet I looked super suspicious forgetting my suitcase. I was not up for a cavity search and allegations of bombs in my bag)
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Gets my bag, and I head to the bathroom. False alarm. But I really felt like I need to get something out of me. Tried to make myself let it out….wasn’t working. I head back up to check my luggage and get my ticket. So after going through a rather quick screening, I head to my gate. At this point, I really cant walk 20 feet without leaning over, it was THAT bad. I head to the bathroom...again . Finally tossing up something , so I feel slightly better. Im going to my gate now, which its about maybe…30 yards away. I swear, at the 10 yard make (yes, it was yard markers on the floor, lol) I feel awful all again, seems worse. I take a seat near my gate as they let all the first class passengers on. Im really second guessing this trip at this point. Its one thing to be sick, but sick at the airport, tryn to take a trip is the worse. I keep tryn to convince myself that I need to make this trip…it gotta be important, especially when  I got told on Thursday that I need to take a trip on Monday for a week. Its time for me to get on the plane. The lady scans my ticket, and im in the line waiting to actually step foot on the plane. Now…I really feel like crap, and I know if I get on this plane, theres nothing no one can do for me.So reluctantly, I head off the plane , letting the ticket folks know that im not making this flight.
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Back to the bathroom I go. I keep thinking that if I throw up, I’d feel better. Well, that wasn’t working. After a few times, a kept wondering if I was gonna be rolling out of the airport on a gurney. I really felt like I was dying. I proceeds to lay down in the bathroom floor in my stall (now, im in the handicap bathroom…so its a lot of room, lol) rocking side to side . I couldn’t even stay still. I had to be really hurting to be laying on a damn public bathroom floor. I finally feel im a lil better …just better enough to get to where the seating is where you wait for your plane to lay on the floor there. Im totally suffering. Really thinking that ima need to have the EMS come pick me up.
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At this point, I’ve missed my flight, which was a connecting one. So I know that ima have to reschedule this damn flight. I really wanted to go home for the day, and just trying again tomorrow. Off to the ticket counter again to figure this out….but not before heading to the bathroom again… L . After the pit stop, I get to the counter, and explain my situation to the ticket lady . I tell her that I need to reschedule my flight for tomorrow that I missed today. She tells me since im not getting a flight today, that I need to go down to some black phones that are really far away to call someone…what the hell. I take this super long walk down to these special black phones for them to tell me that its $150 to reschedule my flight for tomorrow. Thanks, but no thanks. Lord knows I want to stay home today, but I couldn’t justify the 150 bucks to flight our tomorrow. I head BACK down to the ticket counter to get the next flight out . 50 bucks is better than 150 that they wanted for the next day flight.
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Still not feeling in no shape at all to fly, I decide to man up, and make this trip. Its around 8:35am, so its super busy now in the airport. New flight time, which means that I have to go through this security screening AGAIN , and its so many folks here now. Im  having 2^nd, 3^rd, 4^th thoughts about this trip. Really trying to be the company man, but this blows. Before boarding this flight, i stopped to get some pepto so I can coat my stomach. Took that, and I finally board my flight. Not feeling better, but hoping that this pepto helps out. As they are coming around for refreshments, I think to get a ginger ale. That goes down so so. Im still uncomfortable in the seat, so im constantly moving ..glad it was a seat between me and the next guy. I had to use the restroom on the plane, but was a false alarm.  Finally I doze off (Thank God) and wake up as we are landing.
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I land in Minneapolis. In the mess of things, I didn’t get a change to get my ticket to my connecting flight, so had to find that out . And just my luck…Im at F14…and where is my connecting flight..A2!!! As far as East is from West….and it boards in 10 minutes. Now, I haven’t been able to walk much , let alone run or walk fast .  Luckily, the flight was slight delayed, because I was not running for this flight. We all board, and this flight is not going well for me. I started to sweat again…feeling like something needs to come up. I tried to wait till the seatbelt light was off, but I couldn’t wait. I head to the only bathroom on the plane, and yup..its occupied. The dude finally comes out, and I dash in the super small bathroom. The pepto and the ginger ale from the last flight came up. I was in there FOREVER. I get back to my seat a half hour later, and try to maintain myself till this flight is over.
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 I lands in Lincoln around 1pm, and just happy to be off a damn plane. I already decided I wasn’t working today, just wanted to rest of and rid what ever this is that I have. I check in my hotel, and hoping to get some sleep there…which didn’t happen. I stayed sick for a couple more hours. And there is where I had the worse upchuck of the day..but I think that helped out the most . I pondered what was wrong. After talking to a few folks, I attributed it to food poisoning. And I narrowed it down to what I ate too, just craziness. I started to feel much better Monday evening and been cool every since. I come home this weekend and will be there for a couple weeks till I head out back here. Hoping I don’t have anymore sick stories for you all.

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OLSW