I previously posted this in the summer. I’m hoping reposting will force me to write an ending!
We are a good 20 minutes early beginning our descent into Chicago. As usual, when we left Virginia, the airport in Norfolk near all the Navy bases was on high alert. Our hands were dusted for explosive residue before we got through security. I stood in the full body scanner, assuming the position with my feet on the footprints, arms above my head.
We were patted down, me by a female TSA agent who touched only my right shoulder and the back neck of my top. I looked at her, curious what she could be looking for, but she only smiled and nodded at me, saying “Have a nice day.” I smiled back, just glad to move through the line so quickly. My son said they must have seen the tag from my shirt.
The flight was uneventful, less than two hours of non-turbulent skies, a little pack of pretzels because two people on board had severe peanut allergies, and a quick drink before the flight attendants announced it was time to put away our electronic devices and put our seats in an upright position.
I began to notice a warm stinging sensation at the back of my neck. I started to reach back, but my right arm felt strangely heavy and I couldn’t seem to raise my hand properly. My eyes were burning, my vision had gone blurry. I remember thinking something was terribly wrong…then I don’t remember thinking…
(To be continued…)