Thanks to Fenway Park Medical Staff
Today was meant to be one of the best father-son days but unfortunately has taken a turn for the worst.
We flew in from the UK to Boston yesterday with the family and while the rest of the group headed to Vermont we stayed to catch our first ever baseball game at Fenway. A game that we've looked forward to for months.
Ten minutes after getting into Fenway and walking up the monster to watch the players practice I got a whiff of the hot dog stand and felt sick. After sprinting down the stairs and making it to the toilets I momentarily felt better for five minutes before realising that I was truly unwell.
I flagged down a security guard and asked for some medical assistance. After they sat me down and provided me with water and ice, the medical team took me to their room, ran tests and gave me some anti-nausea medication.
While I was recovering a member of the security team took my son to watch practice and even got a ball that they had been using from one of the pitching coaches.
While we ended up having to leave the game (it still hasn't started as I'm writing this) my son is telling everyone about the ball he got and not about missing the game because his dad is ill.
Thank you to everyone working at Fenway tonight, and I hope my next visit is much less eventful.