Sunday, June 28, 2015
Chronicle of Motion Sickness
The world is divided into two kinds of people: those that suffer from motion sickness and those that don't. I get motion sick as a passenger in cars. And in planes, on amusement rides, on buses and in elevators. I've been like this for as long as I can remember, and motion sickness adds extra planning to all travel.
Cruises are out of the question - just the thought makes me nauseous.
Yesterday, B-man and I went to another family reunion...our second in just over a week. Both events have included a drive of two or more hours. Any time we take a driving trip, we plan ahead to decide who is going to drive and at what points. Our conversation yesterday looked something like this:
Me: So, how should we do the driving?
B-man: However - I'm always good to drive.
Me: Yeah, but I don't want to take a Dramamine at 10 am, so maybe I should drive on the way there and you should drive home.
B-man: Okay, you drive up - that's great.
Me: Yeah, but I kind of want to veg and relax today, so why don't you drive?
B-man: Sounds good.
Right before we drop Paige at doggy daycare, and before I take my chewable Dramamine, the conversation starts again:
Me: Okay, I'm going to need to drive 'cause I'm starting to feel sick.
B-man: That's fine, we'll switch when we drop Paige.
Me: Could you smooth it out a little until we get there?
B-man: The brakes on your car are kinda touchy.
Me: I know, but still...
Now I'm driving, but can't stop talking about it:
Me: Okay, this is better...sorry that I suck as a passenger.
B-man: You've always sucked as a passenger - I'm used to it.
Me: Thank God for Dramamine.
B-man: This is great - now I can play on Waze and track your speed and tell you when there's a cop ahead...cause you're such a badass.
Me: Yeah, a real lead foot over here.
B-man: Gotta watch you every second.
Me: Hey, you have to admit I'm a great passenger when I'm drugged on Dramamine and managing the munchies, right?
B-man: You are the queen of munchie management, it's true.
Me: Thanks, hon.
B-man: The exit you need is sneaking right up - you better change lanes.
Me: Thanks, Waze boy, but I've driven this route about a thousand times.
B-man: And if I was driving like you're driving, I'd have to pull over so you could throw up.
Me: Sorry, I'll smooth it out.
B-man: Luckily, it doesn't bother me, just making a point.
Me: It's those sensitive brakes.
B-man: I know.
What makes a successful trip? Dramamine and a flexible husband.
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