May 07, 2026: like a prayer

Not a great day today - starting with, I couldn't sleep last night: part early flight anxiety, majority worrying about work. I woke up at 1am and paced the hotel room for a good 15 minutes before I took a chill pill (figurative) before pivoting to playing Final Fantasy X (I suck at blitzball). Of course, I ended up falling asleep 30 minutes before I had to get right back up and head out the door.

The plane of it all got off to a decent enough start. Everything was going just fine right up until we failed to land on the first attempt coming into Chicago. We couldn't have been more than a couple dozen feet from landing when we suddenly started pulling up and taking off again. Something about something (wind or wake), and we'd need to circle around to try again.

While the lady next to me grabbed her rosary and was really going through it, other than the oddity of it, there wasn't all that much turbulance all things considered. That said, it was plenty enough for a gentleman about 10 rows up to start getting sick.

As we circled back, he brought his puke bag to the bathroom and while he looked like a man that wanted to puke some more, he didn't look too bad.

Great news, the pilot landed the plane on the second attempt without issue. Terrible news, the fella who hustled to the back was in really bad shape and needed the paramedics. This news did not go over well with a good chunk of the passengers because we couldn't get off the plane while we waited for the paramedics to show up. They could be there at any time, and dude was in the back of the plane.