Anywho, as I sit here on this plane I think back on a very scary story, although now I find it funny. I know that I have discussed my mother multiple times on this blog. And how she can be a little, over-protective.
Well. Every year around winter holidays, my mom and I would fly to Florida to spend Christmas with my aunt, cousins, and Grandmother. It was a tradition I always looked forward to because not only would I get to see my family, we usually got to go to Disney and see Figment. Yes. Figment is my favorite Disney character. Big surprise, the lavender dragon.
Okay, so one year I'm on the southbound plane, and as we begin the decent into the Jacksonville Airport, I feel a pop behind my right eye followed by the second most intense pain I have ever experienced in my life, right behind the root canal I had without a nerve block (another story). I start screaming my head off. At like age 13. Everyone starts staring at me, and I'm sure I've popped a blood vessel and I'm dying. Like I said, I have never experienced pain like this before, especially when it was so unexpected. The airline calls for an ambulance to meet us at the gate and they rush us into the ambulance and off we go....
Now here's the thing. A lot of the next part of this story is only partially true because I don't remember much of it due to the pain being so bad it was blinding. I don't really remember much until like 12 hours later, but this is how the story has been passed down to me, so take what you will. (Plus I'm sure I'm gonna embellish a little like the good gay I am.)
This was back when I used to actually carry my factor with me (Kids, always carry factor with you on trips. Do as I say, not as I do). So when we get to the emergency room my mom's cooler is open and factor boxes are all over my bed. The ER doctor couldn't get ahold of my hematologist from Hershey Medical Center, and he didn't feel comfortable infusing until after the CT scan. My mother on the other hand felt it was EXTREMELY important to infuse first because we could be wasting valuable time because, apparently, there was like a 2 hour wait for the CT machine. And she let him know... loudly. When Momma Bear comes out, she will do EVERYTHING she can to protect her cub.
In the meantime, my family doesn't know where I am. Here they are, at the airport, when they get paged to go to the information counter. You have to realize how different of a time this was. This was pre-cellphones and pre 9/11, so my family was actually at the gate like you see in older movies. There were two hospitals I could have gone to, and they didn't know which one...
All I know, is that when they got to the ER, they walk-in to me, clutching my face and crying my eyes out on a hospital bed because I am in so much pain AFTER they gave me codeine while my mother is screaming at the ER doctor and nurses and throwing my medication at them telling them to infuse me NOW!
You can imagine what a sight this was. I feel so bad for everyone else in this emergency room.
I still can't believe they didn't call security on my mother, but before the hospital could escort her away, they get in contact with my coordinating nurse from Hershey and she insisted that they infuse. I finally get my medication, and then they end up taking me for CT scan later.
Of course they found nothing... And released me. But who knows if they hadn't infused what could have happened. I had blurred vision for almost 2 days after that and we still never knew what actually happened, but I must say it was the most exciting flight I have EVER taken.
And that year, we DEFINITELY went to Disney. Yes......
Till we meet again...
Location:3,000 Feet Above Lincoln, Nebraska
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