You can see a lot of what I've been doing for the past week on my mom's blog, but here's how I'm documenting our trip to Maine. At least for now...
In the past week, I have done each of these things for the first time (not necessarily in order):
Drove for 35 hours straight (through the night from Idaho to Virginia)
Visited Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire... At least I think that's all the new states I visited
Went down a zip line
Returned empty soda cans for money
Rode in a convertible
Ate lobster
Went down a hill in an Ogo ball
Saw my mom puke
Went on a "duck" tour which is a "bus-to-boat" type vehicle
Toured Acadia forest in Maine--and hiked part of a mountain there
Toured Fort Bragg in NC
Went to Myrtle Beach (although we didn't really get to see the beach)
Stayed in a handicapped hotel room
Saw New York City and Washington DC in the same day
Drove a Honda and a Ford car... I'm pretty sure I've only driven Toyota brand cars up til now
And, of course, got pulled over by a cop (and got a warning... but let's not discuss that further)
I may have forgotten some, but let's just say it's been an extremely eventful past nine days and I am SO ready to SLEEP!
Showing posts with label Virginia. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 1, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Update
It's been a week. Not much to say. It's been nice to be home. I'm definitely glad for the visit to the east coast. I freakin' LOVE eastern weather and it kinda makes me dislike Idaho even more. I can't wait to move back to Florida in August.
I was supposed to go back to ID Saturday, but they conveniently canceled the flight so I could spend an extra day or two with my brother. We shot guns Saturday which was so totally awesome. Though I'm still sore. I have a nice red rash on my left shoulder from the kick of the guns. It was awesome!
I hope a plane back to ID tomorrow. School starts Tuesday. At the moment I have 21 credits which I understand is pretty much suicide, but I can't decide which class/classes to drop. I'm going to just go the first few days and then make up my mind.
Yep, so that's that. I'll probably have another uber-long update after school starts up again about my classes.
I was supposed to go back to ID Saturday, but they conveniently canceled the flight so I could spend an extra day or two with my brother. We shot guns Saturday which was so totally awesome. Though I'm still sore. I have a nice red rash on my left shoulder from the kick of the guns. It was awesome!
I hope a plane back to ID tomorrow. School starts Tuesday. At the moment I have 21 credits which I understand is pretty much suicide, but I can't decide which class/classes to drop. I'm going to just go the first few days and then make up my mind.
Yep, so that's that. I'll probably have another uber-long update after school starts up again about my classes.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
How To Be The First Off An Airplane
I learned a lesson yesterday. Very valuable. It all happened during my flight from Salt Lake to Denver. Just a one hour flight, right?
Well, I got on the plane feeling fine. We took off, one of my favorite parts of the ride. We were in the air. I started feeling sick. Really really sick. I grabbed the barf bag and looked at it. I felt sicker. I pulled out my tray thing and rested my head on it after putting the barf bag back in the pocket. My ears started going all weird. As if they were inside a bubble... everything sounded muffled. I vaguely noticed the stewardess making her way down the aisle with drinks. My ears were now muffled worse and I started seeing black spots... not to mention I kept pulling out the barf bag, certain I'd puke and then putting it back in the seat, determined to not need it.
The stewardess got to me. I was in the aisle seat. There was a man in the window seat to my right. I heard her ask through my muffled ears if I wanted a drink. I tried to say water... I'm not sure anything came out. "Do you need water, you said?" "No. No... actually... just.... bathroom!" I was trying really hard to talk. The man to my right looked at me, "You don't look so good..." "Bathroom!" I said again. "Where's the bathroom?"
The stewardess pulled her cart out of the way and pointed to the back of the plane. The black dots in my vision were getting worse and I was so tired. I was getting even more tired. I grabbed the backs of people's seats as I stood up. I didn't even notice until later that I think the people were actually leaning forward in their seats for me to grab the backs. The black dots were getting thicker and I couldn't even hear muffles anymore.
And then I was dreaming. I was asleep, in a nice comfortable place. Finally asleep, right where I needed to be. It felt so good! I heard muffled voices. They were saying things like, "Is she okay?" "I think she passed out!" "Somebody check her pulse!" "Did she faint?"
Who fainted? I'm an EMT! I can help! Who passed out!? Maybe I should help them. I tried to open my eyes. I was looking up into about eight people's faces from the floor of the aisle of the plane. Everyone was staring at me. I couldn't believe it. I was so comfortable here. This was a dream. I closed my eyes again, but the voices continued.
This can't be happening! It can't be real! I'm dreaming. I'll wake up any second. My eyes fluttered open again. Through the black dots I heard more muffled whispers. It slowly but surely occurred to me that this was reality. I was seriously on the floor of a plane passed out.
I started to stand up. The sound was coming back better and better. My vision was getting better. I sat up and the stewardess was right there beside me. I walked back to my seat and sat down. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Then a thought occurred to me. "I'm fine!" I told them. "Don't let them turn the plane around! I'm fine. I promise, I'm totally fine! We have to go to Denver!"
The stewardess assured me they wouldn't land the plane and then asked if I wanted oxygen. I at first said no, but she brought it anyway. As soon as she forced the non-rebreather over my face I felt better. "It happens all the time, dear." She assured me.
Everyone was still staring at me. The guy beside me asked if this happened before. Nope. I kind of have brown outs, but I've never actually gone all the way to the floor. I offered to hold the oxygen tank so the stewardess didn't have to stand there, but for some reason she didn't trust me. So the guy across the aisle had to hold it.
After I started feeling better it occurred to me just how embarrassing the situation was. It was a small plane and I swear every single eye was on me, including the one and only stewardess. The stewardess came back a few minutes later and told me that after we landed they wanted me to stay on the plane a little longer to get me checked out by some medical personnel. "It's local protocol. Do you want me to see if there's a doctor on board now?"
"No, it's fine. Really, I feel fine. It's okay."
I don't even know why she was asking me these questions because she then got up and said over the loudsystem of the plane, "If there's a doctor on board, please press your call button now." I heard about four "dings." I turned around to see the lights coming on one by one. The guy sitting across the aisle and back one seat had hit his button. He came out into the aisle. He told me he was an ER trauma doctor and asked me some questions. He eventually decided it wasn't super serious, recommended I see a doctor when I get home, and went back to his seat.
The lady in front of me turned around. "You're traveling alone?" She said, obviously overhearing our conversation. Her eight year old daughter kept staring at me between the seats. "Yes." I told her. "Well, you have to promise me you'll call your mom as soon as you get off the plane. I have two daughters... and... I just... I feel so bad for your mother not being here right now. Just be sure to call her, okay?" "Yeah, I'm planning on it. It's fine though." Inside my head I was thinking, "Yeah, I'm gonna call her but she probably won't even believe me. It took me long enough laying on the floor to believe me!"
The man to my right turned to me again. "Feeling better?" He asked. "Yeah. The oxygen's really helping." Although every time I removed the non-rebreather from my face to talk I started getting dizzy and sick feeling again.
"You know," he went on, "I was on a plane once where someone had an emergency like that. But after we landed, they actually let that guy get off first instead of having to wait for everyone else to leave. I wonder if they'll do that for you too."
"Yeah, I hope not. I'm already embarrassed enough and I'd feel bad making you guys wait..."
He just smiled. The stewardess already told me that I'd be the one waiting. And my connecting flight wasn't for about an hour and a half so I had time.
The plane eventually landed and came to a stop. Everyone got up and starting getting their luggage and such. I turned to the guy beside me and said that I'd let him out as soon as I could get into the aisle. Then the loudspeaker came on again.
"Will everyone please take their seats for just a moment."
Everyone sat down again surprisingly fast. Then about four EMTs rushed on board and asked hurriedly, "Where's the victim?"
I wanted to melt into the ground. Actually, I half wanted to turn around and look expectantly behind me for whoever they were looking for. Unfortunately, every eye on the plane was still on me and I was the one holding the oxygen tank with a bright yellow cup strapped to my face.
I grabbed my bag as they rushed me off the plane. I chuckled to myself as we passed two wheelchairs and a stretcher as we hurried down the hall into the airport. Seriously? I passed out, I didn't have a heart attack! The main EMT guy I was with asked if I wanted a wheelchair. I told him no and he actually listened to me. We sat down at one of the chairs and soon after, everyone else started filing off the plane.
After making sure I had time before my next flight he explained that they had to do some tests and work for legal reasons. They took my vitals and even did an EKG scan on me. After asking me a ton more questions he apparently decided things looked pretty normal. He asked if I wanted a ride to my next gate. I said no, I'd be fine. I figured getting my blood circulating by walking would be good. He made me promise that I would tell someone if I felt the slightest bit woozy again and told me the only requisite for allowing me to walk to my next gate was if I promised not to collapse.
I was still really shaky and my muscles were beginning to ache. But I didn't think I was going to puke. I think it was at that time that I noticed I never even made it to the bathroom. Actually, as the guy in the aisle across from me told me, I didn't even make it four feet.
Anyway, so if anyone was wondering, in order to make sure you're the first passenger off an airplane, you have to get sick, have a heart attack, or faint. But, you have to realize that you'll be kept for questions for about ten minutes after wards, so I wouldn't necessarily recommend it. Oh, and also it's highly embarrassing to faint in public.
And if you're wondering I feel fine now. I think it was just a lot of stress and the lack of sleep and food and I had just finished finals and cleaning for white glove and hadn't eaten real food in like a week and was excited to come home and just a pile of things like that all creeping up at me at once. I did fine through my next two planes flights. Felt a little sick, tired, and shaky, but that was all.
The end. :)
Well, I got on the plane feeling fine. We took off, one of my favorite parts of the ride. We were in the air. I started feeling sick. Really really sick. I grabbed the barf bag and looked at it. I felt sicker. I pulled out my tray thing and rested my head on it after putting the barf bag back in the pocket. My ears started going all weird. As if they were inside a bubble... everything sounded muffled. I vaguely noticed the stewardess making her way down the aisle with drinks. My ears were now muffled worse and I started seeing black spots... not to mention I kept pulling out the barf bag, certain I'd puke and then putting it back in the seat, determined to not need it.
The stewardess got to me. I was in the aisle seat. There was a man in the window seat to my right. I heard her ask through my muffled ears if I wanted a drink. I tried to say water... I'm not sure anything came out. "Do you need water, you said?" "No. No... actually... just.... bathroom!" I was trying really hard to talk. The man to my right looked at me, "You don't look so good..." "Bathroom!" I said again. "Where's the bathroom?"
The stewardess pulled her cart out of the way and pointed to the back of the plane. The black dots in my vision were getting worse and I was so tired. I was getting even more tired. I grabbed the backs of people's seats as I stood up. I didn't even notice until later that I think the people were actually leaning forward in their seats for me to grab the backs. The black dots were getting thicker and I couldn't even hear muffles anymore.
And then I was dreaming. I was asleep, in a nice comfortable place. Finally asleep, right where I needed to be. It felt so good! I heard muffled voices. They were saying things like, "Is she okay?" "I think she passed out!" "Somebody check her pulse!" "Did she faint?"
Who fainted? I'm an EMT! I can help! Who passed out!? Maybe I should help them. I tried to open my eyes. I was looking up into about eight people's faces from the floor of the aisle of the plane. Everyone was staring at me. I couldn't believe it. I was so comfortable here. This was a dream. I closed my eyes again, but the voices continued.
This can't be happening! It can't be real! I'm dreaming. I'll wake up any second. My eyes fluttered open again. Through the black dots I heard more muffled whispers. It slowly but surely occurred to me that this was reality. I was seriously on the floor of a plane passed out.
I started to stand up. The sound was coming back better and better. My vision was getting better. I sat up and the stewardess was right there beside me. I walked back to my seat and sat down. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Then a thought occurred to me. "I'm fine!" I told them. "Don't let them turn the plane around! I'm fine. I promise, I'm totally fine! We have to go to Denver!"
The stewardess assured me they wouldn't land the plane and then asked if I wanted oxygen. I at first said no, but she brought it anyway. As soon as she forced the non-rebreather over my face I felt better. "It happens all the time, dear." She assured me.
Everyone was still staring at me. The guy beside me asked if this happened before. Nope. I kind of have brown outs, but I've never actually gone all the way to the floor. I offered to hold the oxygen tank so the stewardess didn't have to stand there, but for some reason she didn't trust me. So the guy across the aisle had to hold it.
After I started feeling better it occurred to me just how embarrassing the situation was. It was a small plane and I swear every single eye was on me, including the one and only stewardess. The stewardess came back a few minutes later and told me that after we landed they wanted me to stay on the plane a little longer to get me checked out by some medical personnel. "It's local protocol. Do you want me to see if there's a doctor on board now?"
"No, it's fine. Really, I feel fine. It's okay."
I don't even know why she was asking me these questions because she then got up and said over the loudsystem of the plane, "If there's a doctor on board, please press your call button now." I heard about four "dings." I turned around to see the lights coming on one by one. The guy sitting across the aisle and back one seat had hit his button. He came out into the aisle. He told me he was an ER trauma doctor and asked me some questions. He eventually decided it wasn't super serious, recommended I see a doctor when I get home, and went back to his seat.
The lady in front of me turned around. "You're traveling alone?" She said, obviously overhearing our conversation. Her eight year old daughter kept staring at me between the seats. "Yes." I told her. "Well, you have to promise me you'll call your mom as soon as you get off the plane. I have two daughters... and... I just... I feel so bad for your mother not being here right now. Just be sure to call her, okay?" "Yeah, I'm planning on it. It's fine though." Inside my head I was thinking, "Yeah, I'm gonna call her but she probably won't even believe me. It took me long enough laying on the floor to believe me!"
The man to my right turned to me again. "Feeling better?" He asked. "Yeah. The oxygen's really helping." Although every time I removed the non-rebreather from my face to talk I started getting dizzy and sick feeling again.
"You know," he went on, "I was on a plane once where someone had an emergency like that. But after we landed, they actually let that guy get off first instead of having to wait for everyone else to leave. I wonder if they'll do that for you too."
"Yeah, I hope not. I'm already embarrassed enough and I'd feel bad making you guys wait..."
He just smiled. The stewardess already told me that I'd be the one waiting. And my connecting flight wasn't for about an hour and a half so I had time.
The plane eventually landed and came to a stop. Everyone got up and starting getting their luggage and such. I turned to the guy beside me and said that I'd let him out as soon as I could get into the aisle. Then the loudspeaker came on again.
"Will everyone please take their seats for just a moment."
Everyone sat down again surprisingly fast. Then about four EMTs rushed on board and asked hurriedly, "Where's the victim?"
I wanted to melt into the ground. Actually, I half wanted to turn around and look expectantly behind me for whoever they were looking for. Unfortunately, every eye on the plane was still on me and I was the one holding the oxygen tank with a bright yellow cup strapped to my face.
I grabbed my bag as they rushed me off the plane. I chuckled to myself as we passed two wheelchairs and a stretcher as we hurried down the hall into the airport. Seriously? I passed out, I didn't have a heart attack! The main EMT guy I was with asked if I wanted a wheelchair. I told him no and he actually listened to me. We sat down at one of the chairs and soon after, everyone else started filing off the plane.
After making sure I had time before my next flight he explained that they had to do some tests and work for legal reasons. They took my vitals and even did an EKG scan on me. After asking me a ton more questions he apparently decided things looked pretty normal. He asked if I wanted a ride to my next gate. I said no, I'd be fine. I figured getting my blood circulating by walking would be good. He made me promise that I would tell someone if I felt the slightest bit woozy again and told me the only requisite for allowing me to walk to my next gate was if I promised not to collapse.
I was still really shaky and my muscles were beginning to ache. But I didn't think I was going to puke. I think it was at that time that I noticed I never even made it to the bathroom. Actually, as the guy in the aisle across from me told me, I didn't even make it four feet.
Anyway, so if anyone was wondering, in order to make sure you're the first passenger off an airplane, you have to get sick, have a heart attack, or faint. But, you have to realize that you'll be kept for questions for about ten minutes after wards, so I wouldn't necessarily recommend it. Oh, and also it's highly embarrassing to faint in public.
And if you're wondering I feel fine now. I think it was just a lot of stress and the lack of sleep and food and I had just finished finals and cleaning for white glove and hadn't eaten real food in like a week and was excited to come home and just a pile of things like that all creeping up at me at once. I did fine through my next two planes flights. Felt a little sick, tired, and shaky, but that was all.
The end. :)
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Back In Virginia
In short I missed the plane and made one the next day. I got back last night around 10. After getting home I still had some stuff to do so I didn't make it to bed until almost 2am. Faraday hasn't left my side for a second the whole time I've been home, soooo cute!
Last night after getting home I cleaned a little, scrubbed the bathroom, pet the cat, and then got started on laundry. I planned it so that I would have to do very little laundry the last few weeks of school so I could save all my dirty laundry for when I got home. Unfortunately, I didn't plan on staying an extra day so not only did I stink and was in dire need of a shower, but I needed something clean to wear. So I started on laundry and did three loads last night and a few more today. Yes, I have a lot of clothes. Actually, though, they were small loads. I actually separated stuff like it's supposed to be separated, something I never do in Idaho.
I set three alarms for myself this morning to be sure I'd make it to church, but my body woke me up around 6am. I stayed awake for two hours, cleaned a bit more, did some more laundry, finished the bathroom, and then went back to bed for one more hour when my first alarm went off. I got up and all morning my other alarms were going off as well as me getting a phone call from my mom making sure I was awake.
I got to church. It actually hasn't really changed much except for the fact that all the little kids grew a foot and the babies are no longer itty bitty babies.
Got home, ate some food, watched TV, played around on the internet, cleaned off my bed (so tonight will be the first time in a week that I've slept in a bed!!), finished unpacking, repacked a little for Disney, etc.
Now I'm about to play a computer game I've been wanting to play for a while (Black and White). Then I'll go to bed. I probably should go to bed now, but I've been napping on and off all day. Surprisingly I think no matter how tired I am I can't sleep more than about two or three hours at a time.
Tomorrow I plan to go into the 'Burg to do some shopping both for food and some clothes. I'll go back to the bookstore like I promised, but I won't get my job back. I might stop by Manpower (the temp agency) if I can figure out where it is but I don't think I'll have much luck since when I called them last they said it usually takes a few weeks for the resume to go through and for you to actually get a job and I'll be gone in a few weeks.
Anyway, it's wonderful to be home. I missed my cat a lot. I love love LOVE having the house to myself and setting the temperature to exactly how I like it. I've actually had it off a good portion of the time I've been home (so you can't complain, parents!). I like it super hot and my dad likes it cold. Poor mom. Haha.
As much as I like the house to myself I'll be happy when my parents get home. It gets a little bit creepy and lonely here at night sometimes and I'm pretty bored. I guess I'll get back to that computer game! But there's the update!
Last night after getting home I cleaned a little, scrubbed the bathroom, pet the cat, and then got started on laundry. I planned it so that I would have to do very little laundry the last few weeks of school so I could save all my dirty laundry for when I got home. Unfortunately, I didn't plan on staying an extra day so not only did I stink and was in dire need of a shower, but I needed something clean to wear. So I started on laundry and did three loads last night and a few more today. Yes, I have a lot of clothes. Actually, though, they were small loads. I actually separated stuff like it's supposed to be separated, something I never do in Idaho.
I set three alarms for myself this morning to be sure I'd make it to church, but my body woke me up around 6am. I stayed awake for two hours, cleaned a bit more, did some more laundry, finished the bathroom, and then went back to bed for one more hour when my first alarm went off. I got up and all morning my other alarms were going off as well as me getting a phone call from my mom making sure I was awake.
I got to church. It actually hasn't really changed much except for the fact that all the little kids grew a foot and the babies are no longer itty bitty babies.
Got home, ate some food, watched TV, played around on the internet, cleaned off my bed (so tonight will be the first time in a week that I've slept in a bed!!), finished unpacking, repacked a little for Disney, etc.
Now I'm about to play a computer game I've been wanting to play for a while (Black and White). Then I'll go to bed. I probably should go to bed now, but I've been napping on and off all day. Surprisingly I think no matter how tired I am I can't sleep more than about two or three hours at a time.
Tomorrow I plan to go into the 'Burg to do some shopping both for food and some clothes. I'll go back to the bookstore like I promised, but I won't get my job back. I might stop by Manpower (the temp agency) if I can figure out where it is but I don't think I'll have much luck since when I called them last they said it usually takes a few weeks for the resume to go through and for you to actually get a job and I'll be gone in a few weeks.
Anyway, it's wonderful to be home. I missed my cat a lot. I love love LOVE having the house to myself and setting the temperature to exactly how I like it. I've actually had it off a good portion of the time I've been home (so you can't complain, parents!). I like it super hot and my dad likes it cold. Poor mom. Haha.
As much as I like the house to myself I'll be happy when my parents get home. It gets a little bit creepy and lonely here at night sometimes and I'm pretty bored. I guess I'll get back to that computer game! But there's the update!
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