Sewellyn (Special Delivery) (Friday night)

Sewellyn arrived last night from San Francisco.  But not in the "usual" way.  Rogelio and I were racing to the airport ("Racing" only in a figurative sense since traffic was completely stopped.) when I received a call.  I thought it was Sue borrowing a cell phone from some lovely local person who was arriving as well and had called to tell me that she had arrived and asking where we were.But it wasn't.It was the emergency medical clinic at the airport telling us that Sewellyn was there.  And where "there" was.   It turns out that my dear friend had had a bit (!) of difficulty on the flight.

OK, a LOT of difficulty.  About 2 hrs out from Panama City, she got extremely hot all of a sudden.  She realized she was going to be sick to her stomach, so she got up as fast as she could and headed to the bathroom.  But she never made it.  Instead, the last thing she remembers before the world went black was a woman saying, "I do not know this woman.  I do not know this woman."

And the next thing she knew, she came to in on her back on 2 seats with her feet up, with people hovering over her, interrogating her.  "Do you take any medicine?  What have you eaten today?" and similar.  They took her blood pressure, and asked her if she was along (she was)  

By this time, she had vomited.  (Luckily NOT on any people!)  They (a doctor and a nurse and 2 flight attendants) tried to get her to sit up, but all she could do was stay lying on the floor.  She vomited several more times before she could sit up.  The woman in the window seat graciously helped her by holding the vomit bag, and mopping Sue's forehead with a paper towel.  This continued for about an hour.  The flight attendant reassured her that they would get her off the plane.

Which they did.  They got her off using an aisle chair and into another chair - which was hard in her extremely ill condition.  And then they raced her through passport control to the emergency clinic.   There, they administered anti-emetic meds and saline to help her re-hydrate.  

By the time we arrived, she was feeling a lot better, though definitely not "normal Sewellyn".  We got her to the car, and drove back home, picking up an Rx on the way.  

I put her to bed as soon as we got in the door.  And off she went into dreamland.  Good night, dear friend.  Welcome to Panama!