Ferry Fears

I woke up nauseas. Today, I’m going to Block Island for a day excursion, telling “Tales for Peace” to the school kids at the library.
The last time I went out to the Island was September a year and a half ago, and the seas were rough. I felt crappy the whole way there, and the whole way back.
Shortly after that I went on a fishing trip and spent the entire day below decks wanting to vomit. I didn’t, but I also didn’t get in any fishing.
Last summer, I went sailing quite a few times and didn’t feel sick, but…
So, this morning I woke up already feeling queasy.
I thought about canceling the trip. Gusts of wind up to 30 knots are projected.
I’ve got dramamine, sea bands, ginger gum, and candied ginger.
I just took the dramamine, have the sea bands on…
The guys on the ship taking tickets were laughing at me when I asked them about dosage. Old man. “Was it rough last time?” one fella asked. “Today’s going to be smooth.”
I haven’t even left the dock and already I can feel the ship rocking.
It’s not. I know it’s all in my head right now.
And the funny thing is that if I don’t get seasick, I won’t know if it’s because of the dramamine, sea bands and all the other stuff. Or not.
Postscript. Like many things, the anticipation was far worse than the reality. I was fine on the ride over. Of course, the ride back…