hopefully the next trip is better.

Good morning, world. I think it’s Monday. I lost a day to travel.

Any sort of BIG stress or anxiety at this point completely fucks with my body. I felt it building in the morning, from the moment my alarm went off at 5am. At first, my stomach was in knots. By 7am, I felt the first bits of nausea. The chills began when I was printing our boarding passes. Then I lost all ability to control my body temperature, and that was it. I spent the majority of the time we were in the air sleeping in bursts of 25 minutes or so. Mom packed PopTarts for us to snack on, but the two bites I had were like eating wallpaper paste. I slept during the layover, curled up over the carry-on bags.

I am a terrible traveler these days.

We arrived in Warwick – not Providence, no matter what the airlines will fucking tell you – around dinnertime. At this point, I’m running on fumes, since I haven’t eaten anything and only had a couple of sips of soda. However, much of the anxiety had passed, and I was mostly able to control my temperature and hold conversations. I finished my soda and a bowl of oatmeal.

Mom rented a car, so we’re not at the mercy of borrowed transportation. I want to go up to the pharmacy and visit DayTech. We don’t have to be anywhere until later tonight.