On Thursday, Becks, Mr. Becks, and I went to Appleton for shits and giggles.
Mr. Becks, being a driving geek, took the *scenic* route. I'm not even close to kidding.
I bet we weren't even halfway through the trip when I started getting motion sick. I'm used to it. Usually it's just a slight headache and my stomach feels a little yucky.
Oh no. I could only be so lucky.
I had a full blown headache. I was nauseous. I was *crying.* I almost threw up, and I haven't done that in 7 years.
I tried to think of the last time I felt like that, and I came up with when I was flying home from NJ, and that didn't come close to this.
It started when we were driving on a very curvy road along a river, sometimes being 5 feet or less from said river, and no guardrail.
Towards the end, I started gagging. I prayed we would get there and park before I threw up, because I didn't trust myself to be able to talk long enough to ask to pull over again.
Luckily, the little I had in my stomach decided to stay there.
When we got home, I found out that my mom AND my older sister were worried about me {I don't get sick often (as in years apart), but when I do, it's bad.}, not to mention Becks and Mr. Becks.
Any ideas on what hit me so hard and why? Mom and Becks thinks that my (prescription) sunglasses had something to do with it. (JM? Little help here?)
Mr. Becks, being a driving geek, took the *scenic* route. I'm not even close to kidding.
I bet we weren't even halfway through the trip when I started getting motion sick. I'm used to it. Usually it's just a slight headache and my stomach feels a little yucky.
Oh no. I could only be so lucky.
I had a full blown headache. I was nauseous. I was *crying.* I almost threw up, and I haven't done that in 7 years.
I tried to think of the last time I felt like that, and I came up with when I was flying home from NJ, and that didn't come close to this.
It started when we were driving on a very curvy road along a river, sometimes being 5 feet or less from said river, and no guardrail.
Towards the end, I started gagging. I prayed we would get there and park before I threw up, because I didn't trust myself to be able to talk long enough to ask to pull over again.
Luckily, the little I had in my stomach decided to stay there.
When we got home, I found out that my mom AND my older sister were worried about me {I don't get sick often (as in years apart), but when I do, it's bad.}, not to mention Becks and Mr. Becks.
Any ideas on what hit me so hard and why? Mom and Becks thinks that my (prescription) sunglasses had something to do with it. (JM? Little help here?)
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