I’m in Wenham, MA at Gordon College. I’m here for a week at a conference. Before I left home, Asher was just getting over the flu. The morning I left (Thursday), Truman got it. Today Amy got it. And I’m here. I don’t like being away from my family when they’re not well.

I’m doing pretty well, all things considered. Here’s the email I sent to my office about my drama in the sky on the way here:

Greetings from the future..

Just a quick note that I’m safe and sound at Gordon College in Wenham, MA. Nice place, though it looks like we’re in for thunderstorms later today. (pic from my room: )

Here’s my gripping Friday story: As our flight took off the runway yesterday, and began climbing to altitude, one of the passengers rang the flight attendant button. He was passing out in his seat, and they had to ask if there was a doctor on board (there were TWO doctors on board). They called the on-ground medics for updates and they gave the guy an oxygen thingy to breathe into and one of the doctors was all over the guy with the stethoscope and the blood pressure cuff. It was better than the in-flight entertainment!

Guess what? It was me!

I hadn’t had much water the night before, plus I accidentally doubled up on my high blood pressure medicine (it’s a diuretic), then I drank a big old coffee at the airport. By the time I sat down in my seat on the plane, I was tingly all over and and super lightheaded. I REALLY HATED ringing the flight attendant button, especially right as we’re taking off, but something was definitely wrong with me. I was getting closer and closer to passing out. Anyway the docs really helped, once they figured out what the deal was. The cure: eat pretzels and drink a ton of water. I set the in-flight record for bathroom breaks, that’s for sure.

Moral: don’t fly dehydrated!