OK,, so finally i decided to write here. this is a true story of mine which i hope someday my story will reach the person who has saved my life. from the deep of my heart, i would like to say million thanks to them. this story taken from my other blog, and reposted here with some edited. here we go.
for the first time in my life–and i promise you it won’t be the last–i went to Japan. i was so excited to finally start my world exploration and also to fill one of my bucket list; church hopping during my holiday in any countries. but too bad none of my friends wanted to visit the church with me. so i decided to go one day earlier than them; visit the church, walk around the town, took train to neighborhood small town, basically had my very own solo day. that’ll be fun, won’t it? even though it means i had to lie to my parents–-mom would be strongly disagree if i traveled solo.
11 Nov 14, i checked the time every 5 minutes, i couldn’t concentrate at work. at 6 PM sharp, i rushed to get a cab and off to changi. i remember the cab driver asked me why i was in rush, my flight was still in 3.5 hours later, i could’ve had my dinner around my office. but i told him, i don’t want to be trapped in a traffic jam. anyway changi is a beautiful airport it has a lot of good restaurants too so i don’t have to worry about my dinner.
arrived at the airport, i called my mom. we skyped almost an hour. and she kept on asking me ‘where were your two friends?’ but i lied to her, they were still stuck in the traffic jam-–it’s peak hour. i never lied to my mom–-not until now-–because i didn’t want her to worry about me. and hey it’s Japan! i will surely be safe in that country. nothing could possibly go wrong, right? anyway it’s just one solo day, not a big deal.
after skyped with mom and had my cheese cake for dinner, i still had few extra minutes before boarding. i don’t like rushing for things, i’m a very punctual person. i cherished few last minutes at this beautiful airport, had my feet massaged before my flight took me from changi to kuala lumpur airport. from KLIA, i had 2 transit hours, chatted with mom and with some other friends, joked around, and ensured them i will have a hella fun in the land of the rising sun.
around 1 AM the plane took me from KLIA to kansai international airport. i didn’t have enough sleep since few nights ago because i was overwhelmed with the excitement of going solo to Japan. so that’s why i thought i must be really tired and my brain was still so active it wouldn’t allow me to sleep. or maybe because the girl sitting next to me was snoring too loud next to my ear.
i felt cold on my feet up to my neck, and uneasy in my stomach. i tried so hard to ignore it twice, and thought it must be just wind or too tired or my gastric. i remember i asked God to gave me at least 3 hours black-out so i’ll have enough energy to enjoy my solo day, or maybe move me to the business class so i could enjoy my beauty sleep there-–lol. i could feel something was wrong with my body but i didn’t know what.
it must be more than hundred times i pleaded my brain to take a rest, i didn’t want to be a zombie in my solo day. but the coldness in my body, uneasy in my stomach, dizziness, there must be something was wrong with my body but i didn’t know what. when the cold feeling stroke me the third time and my stomach went worse-–as i wanted to vomit, i thought maybe i should get up and asked the flight attendant for nausea pill or something. by the time i was standing up from my chair, i suddenly felt like a hammer hit my head, my body shivering and my stomach was very painful it went much worse than i thought. lucky i sat only few rows near to the pantry area–-where i heard the cabin crews was chattering.
i managed to drag myself to the pantry, and grab the crew’s left hand who was standing at the door near to me. i didn’t have more energy left, i whispered to her “help me, i don’t feel so good.” And after finished that sentence, my knees couldn’t support me anymore. the cabin crew lady (the one I grabbed her hand for a help) helped me lying on the plane floor.
i must be around 2 or almost 3 AM. i was shivering even though the crews already put 2 thick blanckets over me. my head was going to explode, i wanted to vomit, my stomach was killing me. the crews were panicking and running around the plane quietly trying their best not to wake up the other passangers. one of the crew put oxygen on my face, but it didn’t help since my breathing was fine. another crew said i must have a high blood pressure (but i am sure i wasn’t) and he was trying to find me medicine for that. i felt like i was in a drama movie–a very dramatic scene where i had many flashback memories and felt so guilty because my mom didn’t even know what was happening to me. i really hope the plane would landed somewhere and rush me to the hospital, but that didn’t happen.
so i believe you can imagine how was the scene: i was lying on the floor with 2 thick jackets over my body and oxygen on my face. i couldn’t move, all my nerves felt like fall asleep, i couldn’t even open my eyes. but as i was lying there, totally aware with my sorroundings and i could hear announcement made in both English and Japanese, asking if there is any doctor on the plane. and thank God–there was a doctor on the plane!
i know i’m a lucky person, but this one is more than just luck. the doc said i was food poisoned and he gave me something looked like diluted charcoal. after i drank it the pain in my stomach went from ‘really really hurt’ to ‘really-really-really i mean, REALLY HURT that it glued my body to the floor–-i couldn’t even move my body. what’s going on with me! this isn’t my time!!
this one cabin crew lady–the one i grabbed her left hand, she never left me. she was sitting on the floor next to me, talked to me softly trying to keep me awake. i was in pain but she make me feel so calm and i know everything’s going to be alright.
after almost one agonizing hour i drank the charcoal, the pain was almost gone. i had enough energy to stand up, and the cabin crew lady helped me move from the economy class (floor) to the business class (with retainer chair!!). there, again, God granted me with my 3 hours beauty-black-out in business class before the plane landed in Osaka.
i had another 30 minutes black-out on the train from kansai airport to the hotel. and when i woke up, i felt my energy was so full and i felt oh so healthy again! i went to the Tamatsukuri Cathedral (it was my very first intention for this solo trip!). and that was it, i didn’t go anywhere else, but i kept my promise to go Tamatsukuri Cathedral even though it was under renovation. but i already asked God to invite me again after the renovation finished–-and i know He will grant my wish again! 😉
so here i am now back in Singapore alive, healthy and still the same cheerful person as i was before. but there is a thing that i really regret, which is i didn’t say thank you to the doctor who saved my life and i didn’t say enough thank you to the Malay cabin crew lady as well. i didn’t know their names, nor remember their face. so if only this post somehow could reach my two heroes and if only God granted me for one more wish, i wish i could meet the person who saved my life once again to express my gratitude. ありがとうございました、！
– Priscilla –