Feeling a bit better now… still sick but nowhere near as bad as yesterday. After I posted, I decided that I would brave getting up to throw clothes on and hit up the grocery on the ground floor of my building, where I could get chicken soup, ginger ale, and popsicles. I got the chills a little bit when I was in the elevator, but figured it would take less than 5 minutes and I’d be okay. Yeah, I thought wrong.
I shuffled through the store, grabbing ginger ale directly on the way to the popsicles, where I grabbed the first box of strawberry frozen fruit bars I saw without bothering to compare brands and prices like the savvy saver I am. I got to the checkout, and there was fortunately only one person in front of me, buying just one thing. I figured I could make it up to my apartment for a total of 8 minutes out of bed… super. While waiting, I looked at the medicines behind the counter, trying to choose between the types of TheraFlu, and I started feeling dizzy.
The next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake with a crowd around me. I had passed out in the checkout line, and the manager was there shaking me awake and telling me that an ambulance was on the way. I incoherently protested, trying to explain that I lived upstairs and as soon as I got up to bed I’d be fine, and finally they listened to me, but insisted that I sit for a few minutes, and got me a bottle of water. The store manager took my credit card from my shaking hand so I could ring up my groceries, which I refused to leave without, and I even got him to sign my receipt for me. After taking a while to sit and recover, I stumbled upstairs as quickly as possible, collapsing into bed. Shortly afterward, my mom decided she was coming to take care of me, and I felt a thousand times better.
Today, I’m still in bed but not nearly as woozy or sick. And then I hear tons of sirens. Looking out my window, I see something crazy: in the middle of the river, there is a plane.
I thought it was the next September 11th.
After watching the news for a few hours (it had better closeups and more information than my vantage point), it sounds like everyone is okay. They mentioned several times on several stations that they’re lucky the pilot went for the river, because if he were just a bit over, he would have hit the high rises on 11th and 12th avenues. Yeah, that would be me.
I am so thankful, but now just the teeniest bit apprehensive about my cross-Atlantic flight this weekend.