Yesterday Matt, David, my mom, and I went on a fishing charter boat which cruised into the Atlantic Ocean. It started out all fine with breakfast. I had close to two fresh bagels with smooth butter and some cold orange juice. It became exhilarating when the boat's engine roared and started moving faster and faster into the ocean. I watched the intensely hypnotic white foam as the boat's motor sliced through the water. I could not pull my gaze away from that impossibly beautiful foam and water.
When we finally neared our first fishing destination spot and the boat slowly halted to a stop and anchored, that is when my mom felt it. The nausea. The seasickness. That was also when I suddenly felt it as well. The slow repetitive side-to-side and up and down motion of the boat bobbing/floating on the water.
It proved to be unbearable, especially for my mom. She immediately dug into her purse and retrieved one of her plastic bags -- she came prepared just in case she became sick. She then proceeded to throw up into the bag -- and this continued for the entire length of the eight-hour trip. My poor, poor mommy. I felt so bad for her. She took a day off from work so she could throw up all day long on a fishing trip. She was miserable the entire time.
As for me, I wanted to throw up as well, but I couldn't. I went into the bathroom to try to vomit, but the bathroom was rather calm and stable motion-wise, so I didn't feel bad enough in there to actually go through with it. When I got out of the bathroom, the dizzy and queasy feeling returned. Rather ironic I had to admit.
So, I dealt with the nausea. I just didn't want to throw up in front of all those people, in front of strangers. I placed my head on Matt's shoulders. I slept in his lap. I laid down on the food area seats and slept. As long as I was laying down somehow, the nausea would subside a little or considerably.
I watched most of the other people with absolute envy. Most of them probably fished all the time and was used to being out in the ocean and dealing with all those waves. They were chatting happily, eating hamburgers and hotdogs, and breezily sipping cold drinks while my mom and I (and some other women and a young boy) struggled with seasickness. David (thank goodness) was a real trooper and handled the trip well. He was tired for most of the trip since we had to wake up so early to board the boat. He napped a few times but was excited and energetic for the remaining two hours of trip. Matt had no problem whatsover.
I was disappointed since I didn't think I would get seasick. I missed out on fishing with Matt. I missed out on truly enjoying the experience. Oh well. Next time around, perhaps we could go on a fishing charter that would not travel so far out to sea.
The whole trip was fun for about an hour and the other seven were hell. It is rather funny now but it sure wasn't when I was praying for land when I was on that boat. I swear, it felt like seven hours of pregnancy morning sickness -- pure torture.
On to Barnes And Noble. I went to fill out paperwork on Monday and found out that I will be working primarily in the rather charming and lovely children's section. My actual duties weren't discussed just yet. I have to go to a six-hour bookselling training seminar held in New York City this Saturday and my first day of work will be on Sunday. I am anxious but excited.
Lots of sex these past days, which is always a wonderful thing. Meow. Purrr. I should write more about sex in my journal, but then I would definately feel guilty and strange about it. I feel that those private details should be kept to myself.
So sleepy right now, so I will just browse my favorite sites and journals.