The last vacation that my family and I went on brought back memories of the family trips I used to take when I was a kid. I had always looked forward to going on vacation. It was mostly the beach, the same beach in Maryland, but I still enjoyed it. The thing that I didn’t like was the drive there.
As a child I seemed to get car sick every time we went on a trip lasting more than 2 hours. It seems that I would get nauseated shortly after we took off. My parents tried everything. I sat in the front seat, which for some reason they believed would help my car sickness. It didn’t. I wouldn’t eat much breakfast and that didn’t stop me from getting sick. And I tried Dramamine (a version of Antivert) which I promptly threw up after about 30 minutes into our trip.
My parents and I pretty much learned to deal with the car sickness business. As I became a teenager I no longer got car sick, so I though that my motion sickness problems were behind me. And they were till that car hit me from behind and I started the Meniere’s disease chapter of my life.
Looking back I have to wonder if that early childhood faze of getting car sick was a precursor of my current dilemma. Maybe it just took the car accident that I had to bring out the meniere’s disease. I don’t know for sure but it seems awfully strange that I had such a problem with motion sickness as a kid and now I have meniere’s.
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