Seasick

Nov 17, 2007

Before I write this blog, I wish to post fair warning to those who wish to read it. The title is not the slightest bit off from what I will discuss here today. I suffer from acute positional motion sickness, and when I get an attack it is more than colorful to describe. As such, if you have a weak stomach or are feeling the slightest bit queasy, please do NOT read my blog.
thank you.


On November 16th I got up at 6:30 in the morning in absolute excitement. My first day back in scuba diving. I caught a ride with my friend (my scuba buddy) and we drove out to the marina, to the yacht.
It is a great yacht. A beautiful sailboat with a diving platform off the back. We climbed aboard. Met the captain and the dive instructor, as well as the dive master and numerous other divers who were going with us. Most of those divers were going down to a wreck to explore, or finishing their training, or just out having fun. There was even a couple that were celebrating their anniversary and out for a ride on a yacht for the day. It was lovely.

As soon as I stepped on deck I had a feeling of regret. I had forgotten to bring any medication and stupid me, I didn't think to ask. But for the first 2 hours I was fine. felt a little queasy when they turned on the diesel engines to motor us out of the harbor, but all in all fine.

Then we were asked to go below to watch the introductory video. I sat down below deck as the video started. The dive master turned and asked if we had any questions. I promptly asked him where I would be permitted to be ill. He gestured above deck and said, over the side please. I climbed the stairs, sat down next to the railing, looked out over the sea, and hurled.

Then I felt better for about 5 minutes. Then it came rushing back and I was clutching the rail for dear life, certain that I was experiencing a similar affair as one my mother had once described to me involving a whiskey I know I will never even try. I puked so hard I could feel my anus trying to leap out of my mouth. I don't remember puking that hard before. I was very relieved that I didn't shit my pants.

Then I was unsteady, shaky, and felt like I couldn't even lift my arms. This feeling remained for quite a while. At that point, brunch was served on the yacht. It was quality service, a lovely omelette with peppers, a side of fruit and a glass of fruit juice. Since my friend is Turkish, she was served bread. Glorious bread.

I was feeling a little better and wanted to do anything to help, so I had a little of the omelette, I tried some oranges and a little apple, and ate some of the bread. about 10 minutes later, I lost that too. But it wasn't as bad as the first go.

The dive master asked if I wanted to go into the water.

Too be continued...