Friday evening I was on a flight to Charlotte, NC when I passed out. The combination of warm temperatures along with a few hot-flashes were more than I could handle.
I had dressed warm with layers of clothing. I did not take the ice vest. Never, ever did it occur to me that the temperature in the cabin of the plane might be a problem for me.
About an hour into the flight, I started feeling uncomfortably warm. Then I had a couple of hot flashes and started sweating. I turned the cabin air on full blast BUT it was warm air. I started to feel awful so I got up and asked to use the restroom in the front of the plane...
NO WAY - the front of the plane is for 1st class!
The walk to the back of the plane seemed impossible BUT I did not feel well so I turned to walk to the back of the plane. Moments later things became a blur - I could not understand what a man was saying and I could not coordinate or focus my eyes. I was down for the count!
I had dressed warm with layers of clothing. I did not take the ice vest. Never, ever did it occur to me that the temperature in the cabin of the plane might be a problem for me.
About an hour into the flight, I started feeling uncomfortably warm. Then I had a couple of hot flashes and started sweating. I turned the cabin air on full blast BUT it was warm air. I started to feel awful so I got up and asked to use the restroom in the front of the plane...
NO WAY - the front of the plane is for 1st class!
The walk to the back of the plane seemed impossible BUT I did not feel well so I turned to walk to the back of the plane. Moments later things became a blur - I could not understand what a man was saying and I could not coordinate or focus my eyes. I was down for the count!
YUP - right there on the plane, I collapsed. Finally, I could stretch out and be comfortable in the over-crowded plane. The next thing I hear :
"Is there a medic on board?"
"Maam, are you traveling with someone?"
"Do you have chest pain?"
"Nooo - I'm too hot" was my reply.
I was thinking - I want to stay on the floor - it's much more comfortable than my seat. And I'm glad my kids aren't with me - how embarrassing.
With a moist cool towel, a bag of ice water on my neck, and some orange juice - I began to feel better. Darn if they didn't make me return to my seat.
Then about a half hour later, I remembered I was wearing my glasses. I called the stewardess, she looked and found them under a seat. They looked as though they had been walked on and will need a major adjustment before they fit on my face correctly - I didn't get to the restroom until I was off the plane in Charlotte.
DO YOU THINK THE FLIGHT ATTENDANTS WOULD HAVE FOLLOWED UP and possibly had an someone go with me as I changed flights in Charlotte? THEY didn't and IT DID NOT OCCUR TO ME TO ASK... Fortunately, I made it to my next flight, which was much more comfortable (less crowded and cooler temps).
Tomorrow, I have to fly USAir to get home. I hope and pray that my flight will be more comfortable. At the very least, I promise you that I will speak up when I don't feel well - and I WILL ask for assistance!
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