Funny_stories

I reached the Perth airport with 3 hours to spare. I sat with a friend waiting in anticipation to catch the 28 hour flight to America.

I have been known to go through some “clumsy” periods in my life but today was particularly disastrous. For those of you who don’t know our country, we pride ourselves on the cleanliness and presentation of our buildings. From all my travels, Perth Airport has to be one of the cleanest. Too clean!!

It was 2 hours before my flight and I got up to go and get a drink from the bar. Seems like an easy task…wrong! You see, not only are our buildings clean but the windows in the airport are so clean you could walk through them, which is what I did! Smack bang into the clearest window I have ever seen! (or not seen)

I was knocked unconscious for only a few seconds and quickly got up extremely red faced. The waiters scurried to my attendance urging me to see a doctor but in my daze I was aware of the implications of this in catching my flight. It wasn’t until I felt the warmth of my blood dribbling down my face that I realized how badly I had hurt myself.
My nose had very obviously been broken! And yet, I insisted I was fine.

Somehow they let me board my plane and I was off. I never get air-sick
but I think I was so badly concussed that I vomited the whole way to
Singapore. My sight was very blurry and I had a whopper of a headache!
I was ushered off the plane before all other passengers to be greeted by a
medical team and wheel chair. I was aware that I had only 2 hours before
I was to board my connection to LA and they were extremely insistent in
getting me to the Singapore Hospital. Amidst my pain I simply kept smiling saying I was absolutely fine.

I rang Missy from that airport and sheepishly told her what had happened. Through her laughter she was worried but really looking forward to
seeing me…broken nose and all!

By the time I reached New Orleans I was feeling
better but the sweetest heeling of all was finally
seeing my Missy. It was worth it all!

What was even funnier was about a week after
I had arrived, Missy and I and a few other friends
were fooling around one night when we all fell over
onto the lounge. Missy banged her head but I, well,
you guessed it, broke my nose again! I think it moved some of the kink back the other way.