Never in Motion

I am prone to motion sickness since small. I remember back in those days when no straight highways existed, the journey back to kampung or anywhere a little more than an hour would be dreaded. I’d have spare plastic bags in the car with me, and breaks in between to just grasp a breathe of fresh air was very much welcomed. And until now, I can never read a book, map or anything else in the car. The dizziness would just start.

Weirdly enough, I can read on a moving train, and on an aeroplane, eventhough I did have some shares of sickness when up in the air – but not every time.

As I grow older, the sickness subsided, but not entirely. I still puked on the boat trip with colleagues while in Norway. I still need to allow some not-so-fresh air into the cab, on the way from the hotel to the airport whilst on a business trip to Jakarta last year. So yeah, I’ve had my share of embarrassing moments due to my ‘sickness’. It’s never embarrassing with family members of course, but with strangers, I think it gives the impression like,

Lembiknya dia ni!

I am also very careful when selecting fun rides to go on – after several puking and everlasting headache sessions I had for still wanting to try!

And why am I writing about this?

Just because I was out with some colleagues to visit another colleague on maternity leave, and decided not to drive myself. Her driving was pretty impatient with loads of braking here and there, resulting in loads of head movement (and brain jumble up of course!). At the end of it, I came out a dizzy woman.

And now, I have never been more thankful I don’t have to tolerate with that kind of driving every day.