Back from my trip to San Juan with quite a story to tell...
While flying today from Orlando to San Juan, we encountered severe turbulence. Now, y'all know I've been flying for a while now, and I've had some unsettling experiences, but this one made me think twice. And I am paying for it now. While cruising along at 33,000 feet and coming out of some clouds the plane shot up about a hundred feet and then fell again a hundred feet. (Jenn, you and I had a similar experience on Southwest as kids, although not as bad. Remember?)
When we shot up, myself and another flight attendant were working in the first class galley, and we both immediately fell to the floor. It was as if someone had just knocked my feet out from under me. I was standing at a counter and I grabbed on to it with both hands as I fell. In the process, I managed to pull or strain both shoulders and bruised my right wrist. It almost looks as though I tried to slit my wrist. It is somewhat swolen, although it does not hurt. My shoulders, however, are causing me some pain. The other flight attendant with me grabbed the counter so hard her fingers are bruised on the tip under her finger nails.
It was a little chaotic immediately after the episode. I got off the floor and went to my jumpseat and belted in. The captain called moments later to check on everyone, told us there wouldn't be any more "bumps" and wanted us to walk through the cabin and check the passengers. They were all very shaken, some were crying and others were just looking for a comforting face. While it was happening people were screaming. Fortunately no one was injured. The crew, on the other hand, did suffer injuries, but none required immediate medical assistance. Often times with these types of turbulence episodes, flight attendants will break their legs and/or arms, hit their heads and sometimes suffer head trauma. It could have been much worse, thankfully it was not.
I'll tell you, I was shaken. The only other time I had turbulence this bad we were forwarned. The captain told us there had been reports of moderate turbulence ahead and we belted in. It was bad, but we knew it was coming and we were sitting. This came out of left field. All the crew was shaken. My hands and arms were visibly shaking for a few minutes afterwards. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. While it was happening, it didn't feel like it was going to stop. I'm still breathing heavy from the event, and it happened about noon pacific time today.
Despite this aweful experience, the trip was fun. The hotel in San Juan was everything it was cracked up to be. The pool area was gorgeous and the beach, and ocean, were awesome. The water was about 80 degrees! I sat on the beach for about 3.5 hours, worked out for about an hour and then went to dinner with the rest of the crew. Great food at the Metropol! I had garlic chicken (along the lines of the Stinking Rose in terms of how strong!) with black beans and rice. It was delicious. When we got back to the hotel, I sacked out. I fell asleep wearing my clothes, not under the covers, TV on and curtains open. It didn't matter, I was exhausted.
Tomorrow I am heading home hopefully for a few days of rest and recovery. We'll see how that goes.