I am sure most of you are familiar with the journey from India to America - most specifically from Chennai to San Francisco. Just before we started from India we (my kids and me) attended a wedding in a temple city about 100 km from home. While driving back my son fell sick with food poisoning. After lots of medications and doctor visits we started our 8 hr drive to Chennai to fly to SFO in the same night. We had to make many stop overs for my son's sick needs. Poor little boy - he knew mom is worried sick about his condition and was trying to put a brave front for the journey.
He stopped vomiting right before we started for the airport. Praying that everything sld go fine, we boarded the plane. Kids were fine I was constantly watching the older one, while the younger was playing, and trying to watch TV, Due to some circuit problem all the 3 TVs on 39 K,J, H in SQ 16 was not working through the Journey. The journey had been pretty eventless until we boarded Seoul.
It was 11 hrs to SFO from Seoul and right after we boarded, my little one wanted food. None of us had eaten anything from Chennai, until Seoul, Save for the coffee and muffins I bought in Singapore airport. Not that they ate it there either. So I asked stewardess for food. Understandably, since we had just boarded they needed to get everything settled, heat the food before they can serve. Thank God they did not give food at that time. Because few minutes after my daughter started vomiting violently, nothing but water. The saliva water mixture was so forceful that we had borrow 7 blankets. She did 20 times. And the un controllable diarrhea. Man was it a crazy experience or what?
Attending to the sick child who throws up even water, answering older why sister is vomiting, worrying what kind of bug it might be, on top of it, flying over pacific - with still 10 hrs to reach land....That definitely was a journey through hell for me.
