The Return

Sometimes a princess just has to set aside her pride cause some stories are too good to keep to yourself. This is one of those stories.

I am not a very good flyer. I've avoided rides at the fair for 25 years, even the Ferris Wheel makes me queasy. Airplanes go that much higher and are therefore, that much worse. So on the way to the Bahamas I popped a couple of Gravol and everything went fine. I landed feeling great. Being the smart cookie that I am, I naturally thought to do the same on the way home.

As the poolboy chauffered us back to the airport I popped a couple of the little pills. Feeling pretty proud of myself for remembering too.
Even though the plane from Nassau to Miami was small and pretty bumpy I managed not bad. But the ride from Miami to Minneapolis was terrible. Lots of turbulence and although the pilot apologized profusely, I felt worse and worse. I had a heck of a headache and my stomache was churning. I'm not very brave so rather than suffer I popped another pill.

By the time we landed in Minot. I was full out sick. I couldn't even eat and you know that never happens to me. I made it back to the hotel and crashed hard. However, a didn't get a lot of sleep. I kept having to hit the bathroom. We drove home the next day and I felt pretty good.

I started to unpack and in my make-up bag I found my bottle of Gravol. It occurred to me that this was not the bottle I opened the previous day. A little detective skills soon found the other pills in my purse. Yep, clearly labelled, too. Dulcolax.

Things I've learned:

Returning home is kinda shitty.
What happened in the Bahamas - stayed in Minot.
Carefully read all labels before taking any medication.