I went on a road trip and didn't throw up!
Ok, not exactly. I had a brief episode in the hotel room on the second day we were there, but I was able to do more than I thought I would.
My husband won a sales contest at work and got a free weekend at the Gaylord Texan in Dallas. Sounds great, but Dallas is a for hour drive away. I have trouble making it for more than thirty minutes in a car before I get carsick. My doctor gave me a mega dose of motion sickness meds and I was able to sleep the whole way. I was really doped up for several hours, but it's better than puking in the car or on the side of the road.
Once we got there, the resort presented a whole set of challenges I don't have to deal with at home, such as stairs, glass elevators, ramps, uneven surfaces, automatic rotating doors. There were a few times I felt overwhelmed, but for the most part I think I hung in there pretty well. I was able to take walks around the atrium and practice balancing on stone or carpet or tile.
I wasn't able to do everything I wanted to do. I had to take some breaks, take a few naps, and make choices to do some things and skip others. That was frustrating, but I can also recognize the progress I've made in regaining my balance. I didn't fall down. I didn't puke in public. I'll count that as a success!
One wobbly step at a time...
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