Tales of travelling hell

I went to Vegas last year, I was suffering with the flu but this trip had been planned for months so there was no chance of canceling it. The flight from Dublin to London was pretty uneventful, on the flight from London to Dallas there was food going around so we had some pizza on board. I probably should have known better than to eat aeroplane food as it was like eating half a loaf of broad which unsettled my stomach a bit. Normally it can be quite painful but this time it was complete agony. It felt like i'd been stabbed. We were queuing up to go through customers and I was sitting on my knees on the floor doubled over in pain.

We then had to wait three hours at Dallas airport for our connecting flight which was spent in and out of the toilet throwing up from both ends. Then a four/five hour flight to Vegas which was spent in severe pain. Then at Vegas we had to wait an hour for our bags and again I was sitting on the floor with everybody looking at me.

The only good thing to come out of the trip was that we were able to book into our hotel from the airport. The receptionist saw the state I was in and upgraded our room to a suite. I managed to get some sleep at the hotel and I was fine the next day. I'm lucky I was with the family, if it was a mates holiday I'd probably just be abandoned when they saw me in the fetal position.