Slamming the door I spun around, gripped the IV bag in my teeth, pulled down my overalls, disconnecting the IV bag from the needle, and sat down just in time for round two of the most embarrassing experience of my entire life. I think that over the next hour I must have shat my own bodyweight, and then the projectile vomiting started. I don’t know if you’ve ever been violently sick in an airplane sink, but in case you haven’t, don’t, because it flies straight back out and all over you. By this time I didn’t know if I should sit or stand, eventually opting for the more comfortable
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