My Vacation, Part I
So on our first plane on the trip to New York, I got horribly sick. I normally do not have motion sickness, and I've never been sick on a plane before, but then I've only been on a plane twice or so in the past. I am normally scared of heights and I would prefer to stay close to the ground when I travel, but flying is the fastest and often cheapest way when all things are taken into account. I did not anticipate being scared the whole trip, nor did I expect my hands to be sweating profusely the whole time. I also did not forsee being so violently sick - so of course that meant that I forgot to get and take Dramamine beforehand. Doh!
So, when we had our layover in Denver I bought some and it took a while to help. Not much helped with the fear, and the turbulence we experienced coming through the cloudy weather of New York did not help one little bit. I do not remember the last time I was so afraid of anything. It was ridiculous.
I honestly think I would feel better about it if I could drive the plane. I feel better being a driver than a passenger in a car. It's like, if I'm the captain I know that I'm not going to let anything happen - I'm going to do it all right, damn it, and nothing is going to stop me. But other folks? Not having the wheel in my hand? I dunno.
I have also had a slight allergy since the morning we took off, nothing too horrible but annoying. I've been trying to kick it but it's been stubborn. Cross your fingers, folks, that I can kick it before Wednesday, when we really head into the city.
Thus far we've been in New Haven for the Yale graduation. It's pretty here and I like several things about the place, but I have to say that I actually miss back home already. It's not that I don't like it here - it's that I love my coast. I keep looking around for real mountains and being disappointed.
So, when we had our layover in Denver I bought some and it took a while to help. Not much helped with the fear, and the turbulence we experienced coming through the cloudy weather of New York did not help one little bit. I do not remember the last time I was so afraid of anything. It was ridiculous.
I honestly think I would feel better about it if I could drive the plane. I feel better being a driver than a passenger in a car. It's like, if I'm the captain I know that I'm not going to let anything happen - I'm going to do it all right, damn it, and nothing is going to stop me. But other folks? Not having the wheel in my hand? I dunno.
I have also had a slight allergy since the morning we took off, nothing too horrible but annoying. I've been trying to kick it but it's been stubborn. Cross your fingers, folks, that I can kick it before Wednesday, when we really head into the city.
Thus far we've been in New Haven for the Yale graduation. It's pretty here and I like several things about the place, but I have to say that I actually miss back home already. It's not that I don't like it here - it's that I love my coast. I keep looking around for real mountains and being disappointed.