So the journey began at 5 am this morning. All went well. Bus to airport fine. Got club seats which we knew we would get. London to Miami. Seven hours into the journey I didn't feel well, was sick, trembling, short of breath, felt dreadful. Fortunately one of the cabin crew was a nurse as well and helped me. I spent the remainder of the ten hour journey on Oxygen and when we landed all the other passengers hadto wait while the paramedics and police got me off followed by husband.
About an hour later they had checked my blood, heart, lungs and concluded that it was a combination of the effects of the antibiotics I was just taking, altitude sickness and stress. They suggested going to hospital but I refused. They got me wheelchaired right to the gate so there was no hanging about, straight through all of the usual formalities. We had a four hour wait and as I hadn't eaten anything since lunchtime husband suggested having something but I was worried that it would flare up again and we wouldn't get on the flight. By the time we got on the flight we had been up and awake for 16 hours. Landed in Trinidad and hour ago so that is20 hours although I must admit I did doze a title on thelast butkf the flight but have only dared to take water. Now we are sitting in Trinidad airport waiting for the final leg, plane goes at 5.30. It is only 22 minutes.
I am feeling much better know and even had a couple of mouthfuls of chicken and some Diet Coke but my goodness did I feel ill and I felt such a fool with everyone looking at me as I tottered and wobbled down the aisle supported y two lovely young Hispanic policemen, who stayed with us until we were at the correct gate. Let's hope that is the end of all that! Oh and by the way I have told himself that NEVER again are we going to do such a convoluted route to get to a holiday destination. It we cannot get there direct (or relatively) we will have to change destinations.
Will let you know about the resort tomorrow when I have had a little sleep.
About an hour later they had checked my blood, heart, lungs and concluded that it was a combination of the effects of the antibiotics I was just taking, altitude sickness and stress. They suggested going to hospital but I refused. They got me wheelchaired right to the gate so there was no hanging about, straight through all of the usual formalities. We had a four hour wait and as I hadn't eaten anything since lunchtime husband suggested having something but I was worried that it would flare up again and we wouldn't get on the flight. By the time we got on the flight we had been up and awake for 16 hours. Landed in Trinidad and hour ago so that is20 hours although I must admit I did doze a title on thelast butkf the flight but have only dared to take water. Now we are sitting in Trinidad airport waiting for the final leg, plane goes at 5.30. It is only 22 minutes.
I am feeling much better know and even had a couple of mouthfuls of chicken and some Diet Coke but my goodness did I feel ill and I felt such a fool with everyone looking at me as I tottered and wobbled down the aisle supported y two lovely young Hispanic policemen, who stayed with us until we were at the correct gate. Let's hope that is the end of all that! Oh and by the way I have told himself that NEVER again are we going to do such a convoluted route to get to a holiday destination. It we cannot get there direct (or relatively) we will have to change destinations.
Will let you know about the resort tomorrow when I have had a little sleep.
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