B3) Flying from Beijing to Bangkok

It's a Airbus 330. I get a window seat but I feel crammed in. These seats feel smaller than seats in the US. It's probably only a perception issue. Normally I would be appreciating this window seat as I'm about to fly over land I've never seen before but I see an empty row and ask the cutest and most adorable flight attendant I've ever seen if I may move? Once given the green light I'm off for a row of my own. All movement feels awkward and all movement is accompanied with throbbing pain.

In the row I move to there are four open seats, side by side. After the seat belt sign gets turned off up go the armrest and I lay down. it's actually comfortable but maybe at this point anything would feel comfortable. I am ready to drift off for a four to five hour nap.

About an hour into the flight I'm awakened by the sound of someone getting sick. Sick as in vomiting sick. I pop up to see what's what. I can see. It's an Asian lady. I watch her vomit with nothing to vomit in. Her cheeks pucker out as her mouth if full of vomit. A flight attendant rushes over to give her a bag to spew into.

I wonder if it's food poisoning or is it the flu. Are we all going to get sick? what's the incubation period for this flu, I wonder?

she is in and out of the toilet. again I see her vomit with no place to deposit the vomit. the toilet is occupied. she really fucking good about holding that vomit in her mouth. Very nice of her. the flight attendants want to help but they also don't want the flu if that is the deal. 

I begin to wonder what's going to happen if the smell of that vomit hits my olfactory gland? If the vomitatious fragrance wafts find me we could have a chain reaction of vomiting. I've read about it happening on aircraft. One person vomits, then another, and another. Holy cow.

The Asian lady, bless her heart, continues to vomit off and on for the entire flight. I feel sorry for her. That experience dominates my memory of that flight.