I hate flying in planes. 9 times out of 10 I get air sick. It's humiliating and awful. When my husband and I went on our honeymoon, I was so excited and thrilled that we were actually getting away (we went in December but got married the previous May) that I told myself I would not get sick. I promptly got violently ill as we landed at our destination. So much for that. When I get on planes now, the first thing I do is find the air sickness bag(s) in the seat in front of me. Gotta be prepared!
It's always landings that get me. I think it's the whole descent-from-really-high-up thing that gets me. When I was little and we'd fly to Japan, I'd always try not to look out the window to help myself. Sometimes that worked, sometimes it didn't. I finally discovered (in college) that shorter flights helped a lot, and it was the motion of descending that made me sick, not the actual looking out the window. Luckily, that meant I could go back to a window seat! However, when traveling overseas, you can't really take short two-hour flights to get there. A flight to Japan takes anywhere from 12-16 hours from America. 12-16 hours on a plane, filled with people, getting weird smells from plane food, at 40K+ feet. Nice. Dramamine helps some, but it makes me so sleepy.
If you think of me today, please cross your fingers that A) I didn't get sick going to Japan, B) I don't get sick coming back, and C) neither of the girls inherited my air sickness.
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