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I think I am dying. That was the worst flight I have ever had. I thought I was going to die.. like literally. I had visions of careening into the Atlantic Ocean... and found myself praying to whoever it was that my terrified brain decided to pray to that I wouldn't die so that I could someday be a happier person, do what I want with my life, have babies... oy. After spending hours at the airport and sharing an entire plate of cheeseless nachos with my nana that consisted almost solely of jalapeno peppers.... this indescribable turbulence that wrenched me from my sleep and lasted most of the second half of my flight then caused me to vomit 3 separate times... I have never experienced such pain. NEVER VOMIT HOT PEPPERS. EVER. I had to BEG barf bags off of people I didn't know on the air plane... and then I threw up AGAIN on the car ride home. I then spent almost 4 hours half passed out recovering on an air mattress in my uncle's office. What the fuck, people? Kick off to an, I'm sure, going to be fabulous spring break in London with my grandmother. The end.