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Valentines Day to San Diego

We arrived back at the resort after a long day of adventure. It was really great to see all around Coron! When night came, I started to get sick. Up to this point Daniel and I were the only ones not to have the lovely gift of e coli that everyone else around us got. In the middle of the night I woke Daniel up with my shivering and high fever. Can you imagine, in the middle of the Philippines, I am asking Daniel to turn on the heater! What a concept! Because I was the last one to get the lovely gift, there wasn’t anymore antibiotics to help me. I was surrounded by doctors who could only tell me that fluids and time will heal me.

I spent the next day, Valentines Day, in bed unable to move. I won’t go into gorey details for your sake, and mine. To be honest, I am still a bit queasy from it. Let’s just say I have never been that sick, ever. It also explains why there are limited to no photos from this part of the journey.

Feb. 15 we traveled to Manila. It was hard for me to sit up, let alone walk. Daniel had the task of carrying all of our luggage as well as me. I could hardly move. Everything made me nauseous from the smell of food, moving too quickly, to movement around me. It took a boat ride, off road van ride, and a plane flight to get to Manila. By the time we made it to Manila, all I wanted to do was sleep. Daniels mom thought it was best to take us on an hour long tour of Manila from the airport. She obviously missed the memo that I needed care. I endured by crying in pain silently in the backseat. A very low point in the trip. After much convincing, we finally stopped off at a pharmacy to get me antibiotics. Almost immediately arriving at the house, I feel asleep on the bathroom floor.

The next morning it was time to go home! Thank goodness! All I had to do was make it through MNL check-in, MNL security, the flight to Japan, Japan Customs, NRT baggage claim, bus ride into Tokyo, bus ride to HND airport, HND check-in, HND security, the flight to Los Angles, US Customs, LAX baggage claim, and finally a 2 hour car ride home. Simple right?

MNL Check-in, MNL Security, Flight to Japan

We made it to MNL airport, I sat on our luggage on a cart because I couldn’t stand. Check-in went wonderfully except for the fact that i was taken to the MNL Clinic on site in a wheelchair with airport assistance. By this time it was almost 2 days since I had eaten anything. The blood was drained from my face, and I probably looked awesome! I spent the next 2 hours up to the flight resting in the clinic. I was wheel chaired to the flight. Upon arrival at the gate the flight attendant grilled me about not how the flight is not stopping, and if I don’t feel well enough I should stay here for a few more days. Daniel finally convinced them to let me on, because all I was going to do was sleep.

Japan Customs, NRT Baggage Claim and Bus Ride into Tokyo

I made the 5 hour flight without any major problems. I was best when left alone, and not offered any food. I made Daniel inhale his food so I didn’t have to smell it. I was walking to the customs area when I ran out energy and had to lay down. Daniel was filling out the paperwork when I was surrounded by Japanese people thinking I was brining in some disease into their country. They quickly got me a wheelchair with airport assistance and helped me through. I have the best customs image. I am sure I looked like a druggy.

We made it to see Daniels friend, Mark. His girlfriend, Yuri took care of me for the couple hours we spent in the city. Then it was back on the bus we went. It took 30 minutes to be checked in for our flight because they thought I shouldn’t be flying. I received another wheelchair with airport assistance for transportation and the airport! Yay! We made it through security, and were searched “randomly” by security at each pit stop. It probably didn’t help that I was given what looked like a “neon colored suspicious liquid” I received from the doctor at the MNL airport for hydration (basically a medical version of Gatorade). We accidentally tried taking it through security.  And at each stop, the airport tried to convince us not to fly until I felt better. But, flying wasn’t going to make me any worse for wear. I was going to be sick no matter what, the location wasn’t going to change that. We were stopped a good 4 times.

Flight to Los Angles, US Customs, LAX Baggage Claim, and a 2 HR ride home

Before the flight, another Flight attendant lectured me about how there was no place to land if I got worse. I would be stuck in the air. I didn’t move the entire flight. It was an 11 hour flight, and I still wasn’t eating. Food still made me incredibly nauseous. At some point while I was sleeping, Daniel became the medical professional on the flight for another passenger! Shocker – It wasn’t for me! Because of this Delta Airlines gave him a $250 voucher! Win for Daniel!

We landed at LAX and waited for everyone else to get off the plane. Because I hadn’t moved in 11 hours I stupidly thought I could walk. I made it the distance of the plane before needing major assistance. I received yet another wheelchair with airport assistance to go the back way. I think Daniel needed all the assistance we could get to help me and manage all of our luggage.

My body finally started accepting liquids in more than a tablespoon quantities. So Daniel was almost force feeding me coconut water all the way home. But, we made it!

It took me about 2 weeks to start eating relatively normal quantities of food, a month to go back to the gym, and it has caused stomach problems ever since. I am still working on healing, and taking it one day at a time.

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Perriann Hodges

I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.

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