Stuck in Jo'burg

Well...I'm still not home.
We left Maputo Monday afternoon, with Sessely feeling very sick at her stomach. We survived the 1-hour flight to Johannesburg, and then had a 4 hour layover. She just kept feeling worse and worse. We boarded the plane, and I made the mistake of asking if there was an empty seat for her closer to the bathroom, and they started asking questions and reported it to medical, and next thing you know they're asking her to leave the plane. Escorting her off, actually. I said I needed to stay with her, and they said that was up to me. Heath, Lauren, and Kelsey looked awfully big-eyed, but I told them they'd be fine and to get home and followed Sessely off the plane. We waited forever for our luggage, and both had our break-down-and-cry moments, but due to God's grace I had Charlie & Angie's phone number in my pocket. I couldn't figure out how to use my credit card to use the pay phone, so this man who also got kicked off the plane let me use his cell phone. (That's when I cried. Sympathy always makes me lose it.) Charlie called the missionary who runs the guest house here, and he came and got us and brought us here. While I waited for Charlie to call back on the pay phone to tell me that a rastafarian guard tried to pick me up. Then I was in the wrong place (barely) to meet the missionary and we both waited for 30 minutes in basically the same room before we found each other. It was a long night.
Sessely saw a dr yesterday, and he gave her some medicine and a note for the airline, so last night we re-booked our tickets for tonight. We don't have to pay anything because we're on missionary tickets. Thank God. I also got to see Mike and Carter on their way through. Even got a kiss. :) Pray for no more delays and for Sessely to get well--she's still pretty sick.
Gotta run