I survived a 7 hour flight…
…without once thinking of puking.
I even watched 4 inflight movies back to back. In the past, that would mean major puke fest and I would be thinner by 5 kg when I land. But I was fine. I finished my meal, managed to talk coherently to C who was sitting next to me, and walked out of the airplane feeling human.
Those who have flown with me would be shocked by this. I’m shocked at myself. But pleasantly shocked. Or shockingly surprised. You know what I mean.
You know what this could mean? It means that I could finally enjoy flying. It means that I could finally be a flight stewardess. It means that I could maybe fly to Europe one day without dying halfway through the flight.