My great grandfather, the schooner captain, had a prescription for seasickness: hard tack biscuits and raspberry jam.......They taste the same coming up as they did going down.
I am peculiarly blessed of a cast iron stomach. Seasickness rarely visits me and usually only the result of too much alcohol and/or fried foods. There's a metaphor in there somewhere, but I'm too tired to look for it.
My inner ear equilibrium, or the disequilibrium caused by bashing about in confused seas, does manifest itself in one peculiar way: the shower stall will just NOT hold still while I wash away the gaminess that accrues to a man abandoning personal hygiene in his descent into the cruising life.
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Funny! I too have experienced that particular anomaly. Sounds as though you've adjusted quite well to the rough seas. Logic tells you that all motion stops when you hit land and yet it's as if when your environment stops moving your brain is still sloshing about inside your skull. A bit of vertigo is a fair price for a LONG, HOT shower on shore!
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work Don, Ol' buddy. Who needs a shower anyway. Just talk with a French accent. Which means with no one on board, you'd be talking to yourself.
ReplyDeleteI think the condition is called mal de debarquement or land sickness. Scotch might cure it, at least its worth a try. Or maybe a few pints of beer, or perhaps rum or...I know a Jaegerbomb (tastes like cherry cough syrup).
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