Home safe, but not without dramas. At some point on the flight, after the dinner, I started feeling like I needed to throw up. Not really sick, just the feeling that I needed to vomit. So G stood up, and I went to get out ( I had the window, he had the aisle 2 seats next to each other.). Next thing I know, I am lying down, in the aisle. I remember hitting my back on the arm rest, but nothing else. I had passed out/fainted.
Luckily the toilets are not too far, and free, so I go there. No actual vomiting, thankfully. but very shaky. I come out and had apparently freaked out the steward, especially once he heard I had the fish dinner option. I end up back in our seats with an oxygen tank for a bit, which does help. Then I just conked out for the next few hours (core skill acquired in those student travel years- I can sleep on many forms of transport). No idea what happened, although a very irritating bruised section of spine.
The rest of the trip was ok- landed in Sydney, caught the plane to Brisbane. I have developed a cold, so my ears still haven’t popped, but otherwise ok. And one piece of luggage didn’t make it up. But will be delivered today