Back

We're home.  

This was our first time leaving MN since we moved here, and I always think it's an interesting experience to come home to a fairly new place.  It's when I realize this new place really is home to me (or something like that which I can't really put into words).

It was a short trip - we wish we could've stayed longer.  Yet it always feels so good to be home.  

Here's the really weird part.  We came home to (what else?) freezing temps.  10 degrees, -10 with windchill when we walked off the plane.  And it felt good to me.  Freezing, yes.  But it felt like home.  (I'm pretty sure this is the weirdest thing I've ever said).

Trip details coming soon  - but first I need to steal pics from my mother-in-law's blog and get some from my little sis too.  Because (shockingly) I forgot my camera.  (In this area I am definitely not my mother's daughter).  

So for now, I will leave you with a story.

It goes like this:

I get airsick.  This is a fairly recent development.  It didn't start until after I had kids.  I'm not saying they're linked, that's just how I remember when this began.  

So I get airsick.  Not throw-up sick, but dizziness and nausea that begins on the plane and sometimes lasts for several days.  

Annoying, to say the least.

Last summer I flew the kids to Cali, and turned around and got on a plane 24 hours later by myself.  (My parents were watching the kids for us while Paul and I took a graduation trip.)  I got sick on the way there and was worried about getting on a plane again so soon, so Paul suggested I take Dramamine.  There's no such thing as non-drowsy Dramamine, but I did find "less-drowsy Dramamine."  Perfect.

Or not.  Good thing I was traveling kid-free cuz who knows what would've happened to the kids?  That stuff knocked me out.  I couldn't stay awake - during my layover I was worried I'd miss the plane cuz I'd be out cold while they were boarding.  And when I did have to stay awake (for boarding and such) I was near tears it was so miserable.

Well, time plays tricks on you and you forget.  Or I do.

I forgot what Dramamine does to me.  So when we flew home Friday and I was feeling sick at home that night Paul suggested I take Dramamine.  When I reminded him how sleepy it makes me he was unconcerned.  I could sleep in the next morning and we didn't have big plans for Saturday.  I could lounge around if I still felt sleepy.

So I took one.  One "less-drowsy Dramamine."  (The dosing instructions say "1 to 2 pills").

And I slept 12 hours straight.

Yep.  Couldn't pull myself out of bed until 10am.

At 11am, still feeling the foggy head, lead body syndrome I told Paul I was going to get in the shower.  I headed to my room for my robe...but that's when I saw my bed.

I can't really explain what happened next.  But I crawled in and slept for the next 4 hours.

Ridiculous, I know.

I forced myself up at 3pm.

At 4 I took the kids to the library, but called it quits after only 40 minutes, at which point I felt like I was going to pass out from fatigue.

I remember thinking on the way home...I really shouldn't be driving.

But we made it home, safe and sound.

And the dramamine seemed to wear off around 10pm last night.

Paul was a good sport, letting me sleep, taking care of the kids, doing the grocery shopping.  He thought the whole thing was pretty hilarious.  I vaguely remember waking up several times to Paul standing over the bed, laughing at me.  All he said was, "Now you know how I feel when I'm post-call."  And that's probably as close as I'll ever come.

And I will never be taking Dramamine again.  Less-drowsy or not.

(It's more debilitating than the nausea.)

The End.