hopefully not a trend
There was some odd karmic exchange on the flight to Chicago. I ate normal foods and had my usual mocha prior to flying to Chicago. I bought my magazine, took my dramamine. I'm pretty sure I wasn't virusy at the time, but I managed to make myself fairly nauseous prior to flying, and had to wander up and down the airport to try to calm my belly. During my walking time, Tim was working out getting out seats for the plane. By the time all was said and done, the flight was completely full, and we'd been bumped up to first class. First class! Exciting times! And it would've been even more exciting had I been able to concentrate at all on the fact that we were in first class rather than the fact that I had my entire breakfast and mocha come back up. At least it did so in a bathroom, but yuck. In any case, I don't think I want to trade the throwing up for the flying in first class. A lesser affliction might be a decent trade for an upgrade -- a headache, maybe some muscle aches, but this stomach grossness is a little too much to swap for extra leg room and fancy drinks. Maybe if Tim and I could take turns. Or it worked on international flights. I might trade for an international upgrade.