Of space. , freedom and loneliness

Until tragedy strikes, you dont't really want to think how many people u can call for help. Having my own time, career and space .... The freedom to be random and spontaneous can be a blessing and is the most enjoyable element of being single in foreign land.

Then when I are out at middle of no where, ok ... I think Sydney airport not exactly middle of no where... Anyway, on my trip home from Sydney to Adelaide, I was hit by this bout of dizziness and was getting quite nauseous. It's that bad that I have to hold on to a random person next to me just to steady myself.

The random uncle was nice enough to get me a cup of Sprite, as I told him I might have low blood sugar. He then notified the staff at the airport who took me to the qantas service desks so they can watch over me while I rest at the lounge.

At that point, I don't really care what others might think or how I'll look with my head lolling around, while I slump on a chair.

After bouts of senseless resting... I got up feeling that I'm vaguely myself again, I thanked the service desks staff and they direct me to the boarding gate. At this point, I utterly in self-pity mode and realized that there's really no one that I could call for help.

Emailed Pegs, as I think with her recent experience of being stranded in Rome she will understand... And amazingly she called me and that was really as good as a hug from her! Thanks babe!

Nevertheless, I arrived at adelaide airport and took a cab home, without a moment where I wasn't thinking that ... If I'm back in KL... I'll will have friends and family who will pick me up from the airport.