my mom says that if I got carsick then, I will get airsick now
There's no direct link. My sister was terribly horribly carsick as a kid, and has never had a problem flying, even when she was wee.
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my mom says that if I got carsick then, I will get airsick now
There's no direct link. My sister was terribly horribly carsick as a kid, and has never had a problem flying, even when she was wee.
Oh, good. I don't want to spend the time feeling like I'm going to yarf when I plan on having shiny new books to read. (Although sometimes I still have a hard time reading in the car. I'm fine on trains, though.)
There's no direct link. My sister was terribly horribly carsick as a kid, and has never had a problem flying, even when she was wee.
Yup. I couldn't get in a car without booting as a kid. I've NEVER gotten airsick. Well, except for on my way to London once, but I'm blaming the salmon on the in-flight meal. Or the 5 Jack & cokes.
Or the 5 Jack & cokes
Yikes. I can see how that would hurt. Although I'm not against finding myself a drink before the flight. Just to calm the nerves. At noon, it'll probably be hard to come by, though.
Drinks were free on international flights, so I indulged a wee bit.
At noon, it'll probably be hard to come by, though.
Airport bars are open then, for sure.
Hmmm. I wonder if Manchester has a bar.
I could be wrong, but from what I've heard, much of the problem of car- and sea-sickness has to do with the difference in motion between the immediate surroundings and the horizon, which would suggest that airsickness isn't going to be a direct connection.
I'm no good with the sentence making anymore.
Oh. I did get sea-sick on a 7th grade whale watch. I think it's because everyone else was doing it, though.
Boats are a whole other ball of wax.
I'm chalking this weekend up as wasted. We didn't get a single thing done around the house that needed done. Yard work--the snow took care of that. Staining the trim--the low temperature took care of that. I *could* have cleaned out the computer room in preparation for baby-proofing and thrown out some of the shit that is accumulating in the basement but I didn't.
If anyone sees my motivation, please tell it to get its ass back home.
Cashmere, I think your motivation and mine might have gone off to Aruba, although to be fair, they might be in hot persuit of my health, humor, and patience, which haven't been seen in some time.
Also? My baby turned 5 today. FIVE.
Remember when I first came to the Bronze, I had a little baby. That's him. FIVE.