Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Don't eat the guacamole

or: How a free round-trip plane ticket turned into a ticket to the hospital

When traveling by airplane, have you ever volunteered to be bumped to a later flight in exchange for a free round-trip plane ticket? I never had, until Thursday night. We were booked on a 6.15 flight out of LAX to Tucson, but took a free ticket in exchange for leaving at 9.15 instead.

Being the savvy travelers that we are, we asked the ticket agent for meal vouchers, seeing as we were spending an extra three hours at LAX and were technically guests of the airline. She complied, and we ended up with two $7.50 meal vouchers that could be used at any restaurant in the airport - oh, except the ones who don't honor the vouchers, which we had to find out on our own by asking clueless food service workers, who in turn had to ask their managers.

Shockingly (and I'm not being sarcastic here), there was not a single entree in the entire airport to be had for $7.50. Not a slice of pizza, not a burrito, not a sandwich, nothing. Finally, we settled for a nasty-looking Mexican place that had a plain cheese quesadilla for $8.00. We paid the difference out of our pocket (and then spent the other voucher on yummy Starbucks treats).

The quesadilla, like the restaurant it came from, was kind of nasty and overloaded with cheese. But we ate it anyway because it was all we had. Jeremy also ate some guacamole that came on the side, while I ate only a tiny bit of it (that part will be important later).

We got home to Tucson in one piece. But the next day, both of us were feeling ill. My nausea went away within an hour or two, but Jeremy's got steadily worse.

I'll spare you the details, but by midnight, Jeremy was in the emergency room hooked up to an IV. Even that was not a pleasant experience - the technician put the IV in, left the room, and then came back a few minutes later and exclaimed "Oh, no!!!" (I submit that such a phrase is never a good thing to hear from a hospital worker.) The IV had come out somehow and blood was dripping all over from Jeremy's arm.

Then, Jeremy had a bad reaction to some medicine they gave him. He threw off all his blankets and couldn't stand to have anything touch him. Every second seemed to stand still. So they gave him some medicine to counteract that effect and he was able to fall asleep.

The moral of the story is never to eat guacamole from nasty-looking Mexican restaurants in the airport. But I still think it was worth the free plane tickets...though Jeremy may not agree.

2 comments:

Nancy said...

How many times has he wound up in the hospital for similar reasons now?

I might wonder that he hasn't built up a strong stomach.

I'm glad to hear that all is well though...I was beginning to wonder when I hadn't seen anything on your blog for awhile!

Matthew said...

Poor guy. Is the airline going to pay the hospital bill? I hope he was able to recover alright.

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