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I suddenly left Berlin when I woke up with a sinus infection. Well, not that suddenly. I mean, I was supposed to leave about a week ago. But it felt sudden. For the second time, I cried over leaving a city (the first time that happened was when I left London last year). The flight and the airport were both pure hell.
I got fined £75 for carrying too much luggage, and that was after throwing out a bunch of stuff and wearing 5 outfits at the same time. That confused the hell out of me because in London I had the same ammount of shit in my bag and didn't get fined. I had this big pile of crap, but since the German airport guys lived up to their reputation as anal retentive douche bags, they made me throw everything in the garbage, not leave it on the floor for someone else to pick up. Because I was angry at Stuart, one of the things I threw away was the chibi toy I made of him >_< It was really awful, because I thought I'd feel better getting rid of it, but instead started bawling in the fucking airport about it, more from what the gesture of throwing that in the garbage meant than over the toy itself. Things like that tend to take on a life of their own I guess. I can always make another one if we get back together, but we're not going to.
As if dealing with emotional shit again wasn't bad enough, I soon discovered that flying with a sinus infection is pure agony. Imagine the sensation of half your face swelling up, not being able to breathe, feeling even more suffocated by the cramped space of a shitty Ryanair flight, going temporarily deaf from the change in pressure, and then for 2 hours feeling like your head has been filled up with pins that are stabbing you from under your skin. That was the flight back to London.
I got fined £75 for carrying too much luggage, and that was after throwing out a bunch of stuff and wearing 5 outfits at the same time. That confused the hell out of me because in London I had the same ammount of shit in my bag and didn't get fined. I had this big pile of crap, but since the German airport guys lived up to their reputation as anal retentive douche bags, they made me throw everything in the garbage, not leave it on the floor for someone else to pick up. Because I was angry at Stuart, one of the things I threw away was the chibi toy I made of him >_< It was really awful, because I thought I'd feel better getting rid of it, but instead started bawling in the fucking airport about it, more from what the gesture of throwing that in the garbage meant than over the toy itself. Things like that tend to take on a life of their own I guess. I can always make another one if we get back together, but we're not going to.
As if dealing with emotional shit again wasn't bad enough, I soon discovered that flying with a sinus infection is pure agony. Imagine the sensation of half your face swelling up, not being able to breathe, feeling even more suffocated by the cramped space of a shitty Ryanair flight, going temporarily deaf from the change in pressure, and then for 2 hours feeling like your head has been filled up with pins that are stabbing you from under your skin. That was the flight back to London.