News flash: I am currently in the great state of Colorado skiing. This is the first time I have skied anywhere but a local northeast ski area since I learned how to ski last year. Surprisingly, I have not yet entered panic mode at being placed so far out of my comfort zone. In fact, I might even say I'm having fun. Except for the brief stint with altitude sickness earlier today when I got really nauseous. It's not good to be thinking, "Has anyone ever puked off the chairlift before? And might I become one of them in the next 3-5 minutes?"
The flight out was also, well, to put it mildly, like riding the vomit comet. It was an exercise in self control. I had to use every weapon in my motion sickness arsenal to stop myself from losing my cookies. I was pinching pressure points, pointing fans, meditating, singing songs to myself and everything else I could think of. This after I'd already had 2 dramine. I don't know if I've mentioned my motion sickness before. I have it. And lots of it. It makes for a good excuse when calling "Shotgun!" but is not so fabulous when you actually have to pull the car (or schoolbus) over in order to retch.
Anyway, I'm hydrating and taking deep oxygenating breaths so hopefully tomorrow I won't have to worry about keeping my lunch inside of my body so much.
P.S. Friendster Guy says I have to say something about him being cute now. He's wicked cute. Even when he skis too far ahead of me and doesn't wait for me before getting into the lift line.
The flight out was also, well, to put it mildly, like riding the vomit comet. It was an exercise in self control. I had to use every weapon in my motion sickness arsenal to stop myself from losing my cookies. I was pinching pressure points, pointing fans, meditating, singing songs to myself and everything else I could think of. This after I'd already had 2 dramine. I don't know if I've mentioned my motion sickness before. I have it. And lots of it. It makes for a good excuse when calling "Shotgun!" but is not so fabulous when you actually have to pull the car (or schoolbus) over in order to retch.
Anyway, I'm hydrating and taking deep oxygenating breaths so hopefully tomorrow I won't have to worry about keeping my lunch inside of my body so much.
P.S. Friendster Guy says I have to say something about him being cute now. He's wicked cute. Even when he skis too far ahead of me and doesn't wait for me before getting into the lift line.
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What a relief to hear it's just a ski holiday.