I have a fun little story for you all !

So ! Thursday night, our flight was at 11:55. We had dinner at like 6 or something. We get to the airport. I'm feeling reasonably grumpy because my mum is being irritating and making a big deal out of rushing to get through customs or something.
We end up sitting for about 2-3 hours at a table outside the gate. I temporarily fall in love with a boy with really sad looking eyes and write meaningful poetry about eyes and listen to Nirvana and Blink 182 and Sum 41 and glare angrily at a small shop for 2 hours that is overrun with cockroaches. We get into the gate lounge and wait for another half an hour. I exchange ~*~meaningful eye contact~*~ with sad boy for the 409378th time and then we get on the plane finally.
Clearly my night is off to a good start ! We take off at about 12:40am and I am feeling exceedingly grumpy and I attempt to fall asleep in the most uncomfortable position ever. This continues for majority of the whole fucking flight. It consists of me waking up and feeling angry that I'm in a lot of pain and I can't fall asleep properly. By the time we get to about 2 hours left of the flight I'm feeling really dizzy and even more angry. I get up to throw up but turns out I don't need to. I sit agonizing over whether I'm about to throw up or not for almost two hours until we're landing and I shamefully have to use one of the bags in the seat pockets. It's sufficiently disgusting but I pull it off with style and manage not to draw a large amount of attention to myself because I'm great like that.
We get off the plane and it's 9am on Friday morning. I'm feeling considerably better but then I feel dizzy again. The next hour consists of the process of leaving the airport and me wondering whether I should throw up or not.
We get into the cab and my mum has taken multiple bags from the plane, so she's prepared when I once again have to throw up. Yay.
Three more times after I throw up in the cab, I've convinced myself I'll feel better when I get home.
We get home and I practically pass out the moment I get into bed.
I wake up 2 hours later extremely hot and uncomfortable and also extremely distraught because I had some dream about being stuck in an African country where no one understood me. It was terrible.
So basically the rest of the afternoon up until about 6 is me waking up, throwing up EVEN THOUGH THERE'S NOTHING TO THROW UP, feeling better for about 5 minutes, falling asleep again, waking up, throwing up, and this repeats about 10 times. Then getting so ridiculously tired by the time it' s 6 I'm crawling around the house in the most pathetic way possible.
After 6 and I've fallen asleep after sucking on multiple ice blocks for a long period of time I am woken at 8 by a German doctor and he tells me things. Then I fall asleep again. I wake up and drink more water. Then fall asleep.
And now here I am ! I haven't eaten for 2 days and I'm still sort of trembling but I'll be fine ! I am only saddened by the fact I missed out on Zander's party last night since I've been looking forward to it since forever but djaslkfh whatever. I'm going to go...drink water...because I'm still not hungry which is really weird. I think I'm going to read some fanfic or play pokemon or something because I'm too exhausted to do anything else yay :---) Actually after standing up I have realised that I have a huge headache and my stomach physically aches from all the...throwing up. Uh. Also I can't walk in a straight line. but ill b fine!!!!!! :)))))
If you read all this you, my friend, are a champion of the highest degree. Sorry you had to read about the throwing up. Since, y'know, that's kind of gross.