The flight was on Monday from Boston (a connection
stop) to Franfurt, Germany, which was also a connection for my ultimate
destination of Hamburg. Now on the
Saturday previous to the departure, I had donated blood, both platelets and
whole blood. On that Monday I had
breakfast before leaving but skipped lunch and at the airport had a large
bottle of water, and actually bought a second bottle and had half of that. I had dinner on the plane—some chicken
teriyaki dish—with three glasses of wine.
Actually two glasses were with dinner and one was pre-dinner. They’re free on international flights, so
what the heck.
I had been reading before the chicken dinner, and
now settled back for the long flight. I put
on my headphones and listened to a recording of the rosary on my iPod. I dozed off and not too long after I woke up
feeling woozy, with my stomach nauseous.
I do get motion sickness and there had been bumpiness, not extensive,
but some. My stomach at first felt like
it does when experiencing motion sickness, but after another minute it felt
worse. I suddenly felt like I might have
to relieve myself. Actually it felt like
blood was rushing to my stomach. So I
got up, unhooked my headphones, and trying to prevent my ipod from sliding off
the forward tray while holding down the book that was also on the tray, I took
a step into the aisle.
I don’t exactly know what happened after that. Suddenly I found myself on the floor, people’s legs standing around me, a blanket over my chest, a commotion of noise, and hands everywhere thrusting at me. One pair of hands had an oxygen mask and was trying to get it on my mouth and nose. I guess other hands were trying to help her. They were giving me directions, but for the life of me I don’t know what they were saying. I’m pretty sure one was telling me to breath into the mask, but I imagine others were asking me if I were hurt, feeling pain, did I hit my head, are you having trouble breathing?
I wasn’t seeing comprehensively. I had large spots in front of my eyes. I sat up and my head felt like it was empty,
as if all the blood had drained out. I
must have asked what happened. I took
the oxygen mask and tried to breath. My
arms were sweaty. People were saying how
pale I was. My sight was coming back
together, as if my view was coagulating into comprehension. Someone said I was getting my color back in
my face. I was breathing into the mask,
but frankly I didn’t feel any oxygen coming out. I was asked if I could get up and go to the
back of the plane. I said I just want to
sit here. Someone (and I presume the
people talking to me were the stewardesses) said it would be more private for
me. And then I looked around and noticed
all the people in their seats looking down on me. An aisle in an airplane is not very wide and
they were practically on top of me. So I
consented and had them help me up—again my brain felt woozy—and they walked me
to the back, which was only about three or four rows, to a stewardess seat
against the back wall, near the bathrooms.
There was an emergency door right by where the rows of seats ended, so
that the corner was very roomy.
I don’t know if the rest is all that
interesting. They identified a doctor on
the plane and he spent a good amount of time with me. They had a wrist blood pressure machine which
we had the hardest time getting to get good readings but once it did it
registered something like 90 over 65. It
was low—most definitely. The doctor did
not think I had had a heart attack or a stroke.
I mentioned the blood donation and lack of eating and that I go to the
gym regularly, and he thought I had dehydrated and mentioned some term with the
word “vascular.” We got to talking. I didn’t mention all the water I drank, but I
wonder if that could have washed out my potassium, which could I think paradoxically
enhance the likelihood of dehydration. Coincidentally
he had been a doctor at one of the Staten Island hospitals at one point in his
life. My conversation was pretty
coherent, so he felt comfortable that I had not had anything serious. But he said I needed to take certain
precautions and possibly see a doctor when we landed.
They had me keep the oxygen mask over my face, and
one of the poor stewardesses (I later found out her name is Annkathrin) was
still holding the tank. I offered to
take it from her and hold it myself. She
said not to be silly. They gave me an
aspirin as a precaution. Aspirins in
Germany are 500 mg, which are much larger than ours. I got to talking to Annkathrin who told me I
was only on the floor for seconds. The
people around me tried to help. I felt
very humbled. I said everyone had been
so kind. The supervisory stewardess (her
name was Eva) came by and said I finally had color in my face. I said it was probably from
embarrassment…lol. Nothing like this has
ever happened to me before. I really
felt embarrassed. Annkathrin said not to
be embarrassed. This happens frequently
on long flights. Somehow I didn’t quite
believe it but she insisted. She said
they could have a doctor on arrival for me, but I said I didn’t think I needed
it any longer. My blood pressure was
returning to normal, and she said if I still felt well I wouldn’t need it.
Finally I returned to my seat. Everyone seated nearby asked how I felt and
if they could do anything for me. They
were all so nice, the woman with the child to my left, the family to my right,
the big strong young man in front. I sat
there and had several epiphanies. First
epiphany, I felt my mortality and how quickly and overwhelming death could
be. I’ve always imagined that under most
circumstances one could ask for our Lord’s forgiveness at the moment of
death. I don’t think that’s typically
possible. I had no awareness I even
collapsed to the floor. “My God, my
God,” I muttered, echoing the words of Christ on the cross, “why have you
forsaken me?”
But then I had a second epiphany. I was not forsaken. There were people all around me, helping me,
their hands in care for me. I thought of
St. Catherine of Siena, who among other things took care of the ill. She was a physical saint, a saint of
touch. Those who have read this blog
know how I’ve adopted her as my personal saint ever since I read her biography
earlier this year. My pastor at church
frequently homilies on how moments such as I went through are moments of
encounters with Christ. All those hands
thrust forward for my care were hands of Christ. Christ is there in all our compassion.
I asked Annkathrin for the names of those who helped
me, so I can send a note of praise to their employer. She brought over another young lady, the
young lady who I think was trying to get the oxygen mask on to my face while I
was collapsed. She wrote her name down,
Catharina. And then right there was my
third epiphany. Both young ladies who
helped me were named Catherine in some form.
St. Catherine had been there praying for me, and sent me two
angels. My mouth dropped. God bless them.
I didn’t need a doctor when we landed in Frankfurt,
and so I went on with my connection, and the rest of the business trip. I had no further issues. The one free afternoon I had I walked around Hamburg
for over four hours, and must have tallied over ten miles. I’m pretty sure my heart is sound, but I will
get a thorough exam as soon as I can.
When I got home I wrote Lufthansa a note commending the
two stewardesses and their supervisor, Eva.
May the Lord bless them and keep them, and may He shine His face upon
them.
I'm glad you're ok! I hope it was just some low blood pressure after donating and then not eating. I can't donate. They said that although I am not anemic, it's too much blood for me to give without feeling dizzy and faint - a real condition, not just emotional because I am not afraid of big needles. The FAA recommends their pilots not fly for 24 hrs after giving blood and 48 hours if it's the new technique (not sure what that is). They also say fluids are not replaced completely for several weeks. Get checked out though
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh Manny! What an ordeal! So glad you came through okay -- and glad the Lord was with you throughout.
ReplyDeleteAwesome about St.Catherine, too! My daughter Rachael's middle name is Catherine, and I often ask for her prayers for Rachael.
And Germany! How exciting! Pictures? :)
I'm happy you're OK now. You should have that heart exam.
ReplyDeleteI was on a flight from Chicago to San Diego several years ago when they asked if a doctor was onboard over the speakers. Someone in first class was having an emergency. They turned the plane around and we ended up in Omaha. We stayed there a couple of hours and I was sure they took the guy off the plane. When we landed several hours late in San Diego the guy was still onboard and had some blood on his shirt. You don't know how much I wanted to deck him!
Anyway, I'm glad you're OK.
Geeez...the only thing I did last week was to dig a 3 month old sliver our of my calf.
ReplyDeleteSeriously- it sounds like someone needs to get to a very good general internist for a little checkup, while one still has a choice in the matter.
As I replied in answer to your email, I am relieved you are okay but you really should get checked out.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your well wishes. Yes, I will go for a checkup in the next, maybe next week.
ReplyDelete@Kelly - Yes I have some pictures of Hamburg. I'll post them in the next few weeks.
Great story Manny and GOD (Good Old Dad) knows that you're telling the truth but you must be careful with your health. You must especially be more careful not to tell every one that GOD's Angels are all around us (usual sinners) cause as great a writer as you are, some might just start to believe that angels really do exist now! By the way, you're not "ONE" of those walking dead angels are YA NOW? :)
ReplyDeleteGod Bless
LOL, no I'm not a walking angel. Victor you are a pleasure to have as a regular visitor to my blog. God (Good Old Dad) bless you. :)
DeleteIn that case have a Happy St. Januarius Day.
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You've made my day! :)
God Bless you, your family and friends
What a frightening experience. Praise the Lord you are well.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
Oy vey, what a day you had! Fainting is a weird experience; I only did it once, and hopefully never again. I'm glad you recovered quickly, Manny. It seems likely that it was due to giving blood, but like everyone else, it seems wise to see your doctor.
ReplyDeleteTake care.
Qimi
Victor M. and Qimi - Thank you for your kindness. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, it’s really good to know that you are doing fine now and there is nothing serious. Of course God helps when we need it. And I think you should go for a checkup too. I look forward to see some pictures.
ReplyDeleteTake care, Manny. (Sorry, I'm a bit late!)
Sheherbano
Quite alright. Thank you for your kind words.
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