A couple of weeks ago I was mildly fascinated by this tidbit about US Airways' plan to start putting ads on barf bags. But apparently this concept is old hat because on Alitalia this weekend I noticed they had ads for a motion sickness drug on their little paper bags. I don't quite agree with Michael Boyd, president of the Boyd Group, an aviation consulting group who said "Barf bags have a lot of shelf life – people aren't barfing as much in planes as they used to."
Maybe not in America, but my one hour flight from Barcelona to Milan had the scariest turbulence I'd ever experienced. Seriously, it was like the plane was free falling and catching itself. And I thought I was going to die on the Cyclone at Coney Island, which was nothing compared to this. Passengers were shrieking and barfing like crazy.
Perhaps I shouldn't concern myself too much with this development, as I'm guessing most airplane barfing is due to motion sickness, not conflicted emotions which is the main focus of my Vomit Watch.
Though today I think I almost had an "aha moment" as daytime sage Oprah would say. I kind of got the whole sick enough to throw up due to outside circumstances thing. I was totally bracing myself for going back to work, just knowing it would be traumatic and that everything would be a mess despite a temp filling in for me. I had imagined the worst and it exceeded all expectations. The only thing keeping me going was the sure thing, way out I had set up before going out of town. Well, sure things aren't done deals and it's never wise to count on things ever actually going your way (I mean, if you're me. Other people are certainly entitled to hopes and dreams and high expectations) because then they won't. My sure thing turned out to be a no go and I felt myself becoming very ill. My stomach was in knots and yes, nausea set in. But no, I did not puke. I did leave early though, but that's mostly because I'm disgruntled and disillusioned.