I don’t get motion sickness often, until recently. Now I can’t make a trip to Target and back without ending up in the floor of our bathroom (though I can drive just fine.) So it’s understandable that we were a little nervous about our trip to Chattanooga this weekend.
The last time I had to take Dramamine was probably 23 (or so) years ago. I was a kid and my grandma, cousin and grandma’s friend (I think?) picked my brother and I up in North Carolina to make the long drive back to Pennsylvania for the summer. Part way through the trip, we stopped at a restaurant. I remember it was one of those country cooking restaurants. Probably family-owned. I was feeling sick, so my grandma tried to get me to swallow a Dramamine pill. I had never been able to swallow pills, so she ended up crushing the pill up and making me swallow it.
It was pure torture. And ohmygosh it tasted horrible. I never took another motion sickness pill after that, and I quickly learned how to swallow pills.
Kenny bought me the Walgreens not-so-drowsy version of Dramamine last week, and I took one Friday afternoon, as instructed. I took it an hour before we were supposed to leave. It tasted just like that crushed up pill. Terrible. And the not-so-drowsy part? Lies. All lies. I was falling asleep at my desk before we had even finished packing the car. I felt drunk and I slept most of the four hour drive to Chattanooga. (But I did not get sick, and that was the point, right?)
The meds were way better to me today. Not as sleepy, and I didn’t have the terrible after taste. I’ll have to take them again in a few weeks, and I’m hoping that I can conquer the drunk feelings.
Isn’t it weird that one little pill could bring back memories from over 20 years ago?