The seas were very turbulent today. Mom says that we were going through a big storm, and that it’s normally not so bad. This was awful. I couldn’t stand up without feeling dizzy and nauseous – and this was after taking Dramamine, eating green apples and wearing “sea bands” – which, now that I think about it, are a stupid idea and I don’t know how wearing wristbands helps anything. I think they made me feel worse. Twice, I crawled over to the bathroom to puke my guts out – thankfully, I haven’t eaten anything since last night so it was more like dry heaves, but nevertheless. Terrible. Awful. I’m trapped in a tiny room on a boat that creaks and groans and shudders like it’ll fall apart in a few minutes, and all I can think about is the Titanic.
What really blows is that I can’t read (it makes me feel sicker) and even watching TV is a chore. I watched The Hobbit and some art documentaries, but I felt so off that I can’t remember any of it. The only other thing I was capable of doing was listening to an audiobook, so I made significant progress through A Game of Thrones.
But the waves are still crashing so loudly that I’m frightened to look outside our small window – the sight might send me running for the bathroom yet again. I’m a little ashamed to be such a lousy sailor, especially since I never saw it coming! I’ve never had the slightest problem with any of the boats I’ve ridden in before. But now that I think about it, I’ve never been on the open ocean before – I’ve always sailed rivers, lakes and bays. Apparently, that makes all the difference.
What a lame entry in my Alaskan adventure.