My whole life I’ve been a victim of motion sickness. When I was a kid I couldn’t be in the car unless I had a window seat and rolled the window all the way down. Cars, planes, trains, boats, number carts you name it, if it moved it made me sick. In eight grade had a field trip to go whale watching, man what a shit show that was. There were teachers, students, and even some crew members puking over the side of the boat. Some of the guys on the crew admitted it was one of the roughest waters he’s dealt with. I couldn’t take it, I stayed inside on the table, stuffed my head in my arms, and kept my eyes closed and my breathing under control until we were docked and I could make a run for solid ground.
I’ve only gotten slightly better since then. I know I can’t do any deep sea fishing trips or anything to that extent, but I’ve actually been able to get myself on to airplanes without having a panic attack. I still have to keep my eyes closed and focus on my breathing until we land but hey at least I’m on the plane. Cars however still tend to be my kryptonite. Come to think of it I don’t think my drinking helps this situation at all. In fact I can tell you first hand it makes things that much harder.
Sometimes after a night out in Boston, I’d find myself walking all the way home. It’s not bad it’s about a twenty minute drive from my house to the city. However if you choose to walk instead it translates to about a two hour walk in the dark. If you’re coming on the Fellsway it’s even more exciting because there’s a chance you get attacked by a pack of wolves! I found myself making that walk three or four times a month. I grew to hate it and the only reason I was stuck doing it so frequently was because I can’t get in a car drunk without painting the side of their car.
I had a date one night and it nearly cost me our whole relationship. I may have pregame a little too much before I met up with her but I guess I poured my drinks a little stronger that night. Well we were out for dinner I didn’t stop, I kept drinking at my regular pace while she did her own causal sipping. The date went incredibly. I loved it I was the luckiest guy in the world that night able to sit across from her smile and stare into her beautiful brown eyes the entire night she was absolutely stunning. But once we stood up to leave all those drinks hit me at once.
My vision got blurry and I was stumbling behind her following her steps on our ride. I grabbed her hand to hold steady my equilibrium to prevent myself from falling over in front of everyone in the restaurant. When we got in the car our driver wasted no time and peeled out of the parring lot. We were maybe two minutes from her place, five from mine, and I had to ask the driver to pull over to let me out. I couldn’t hold myself together any longer. The world was spinning around me, the windows were all up, and I started sweating, feeling my stomach getting ready to puke. She fought with me to stay in the car since we were so close, but I knew I couldn’t do it, I didn’t care how much longer it was if I stayed in that car I was going to puke… everywhere. She stayed in the Uber and proceeded to go home. I stood on the sidewalk for a second just thankful to be on solid ground.
I hate cars. There was another time I was able to persuade a girl to come sleep over my house after another night in Boston. Just like the last time, as we were walking out of the bar, I had to grab hold of her hand to keep myself up right. This time I didn’t last nearly as long in the car. We got to the middle of the Tobin when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was sweating and my stomach was making me nauseous. I asked him to get off on the next exit so I could get out and puke. It sucked because there’s only like three exits on the Tobin. They had the first two blocked off for night work so we had to make it all the over the bride before he could stop. I was worried he wasn’t driving fast enough that I might have to launch my head out the window and do my best to avoid spraying his car.
As soon as he stopped I ran out of the car to puke and miraculously made it to the grass so the girl I was with wouldn’t be able to see it. She stayed with me for a moment worried about me, until I insisted and called her a ride to get home. We were in the middle of Chelsea and it was no place for a girl like her to be this late at night. It was the least could do for dragging her to nowhere.
As soon as he stopped I ran out of the car to puke and miraculously made it to the grass so the girl I was with wouldn’t be able to see it. She stayed with me for a moment to make sure I was alright, until I insisted on calling her a ride home. We were in the middle of Chelsea and it was no place for a girl like her to be this late at night. It was the least could do for dragging her to the middle of nowhere. Neither of us lived remotely close to where we were.
Walking has been the only way I can get home without feeling sick. I suffer from extreme motion sickness and It really sucks. I hope one day I get better. Or maybe I could drink less, that seems to be the easy solution.
It’s actually become a part of my workout routine. I figured I just implement into my workout since I did it so frequently. I think I have better calves than my brother now.