I suffer from from seasickness. Not always, you know. Only when I am on the sea. Once, when I was an
idiot teenager, I decided I could Dramamine my way through a cruise to Hawaii. The rest of the family was excited to take to an ocean trip, however my mother suggested I fly out a few days later and meet them. But did I listen? Noooo. I decided that the cruise would be more fun then spending four days with my grandparents, and, hey, Dramamine had always been at least moderately successful in a car or on a plane. So I took my Dramamine an hour before I walked up the gangplank.
I began to hurl before the boat left the harbor. For most of that day I lay on a deck chair, feeling horrible. No, I felt beyond horrible. I did not join the others for dinner in the dining room. I still couldn’t completely escape the smell or sight of food, however. The people on the ship would place food here, there, and everywhere! It was revolting.
When I had to enter my room that night, my stomach objected even more strenuously. It violently ejected every ounce of food it had ever contained. My body looked about for something else to eject, found some bile, and then gave in to the dry heaves. The next morning my mother decided I should visit the ship’s doctor. He gave me a glass of water, and I took a sip. The sip went down, then it came right back up, still cool and clear. So he pulled out a hypodermic needle and told me to drop my drawers (he may have phrased it differently). Afterward, he handed me a package of suppositories. Ah, memories. Oddly enough, that was my last sea voyage.
The memories of that cruise were gathering dust and cobwebs deep in the recesses of my mind until today, when I visited the Mayor of Mitchieville. You can visit by clicking here. Fair Warning: You might want to take a Dramamine first.
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