I don't know how it always works with me; I don't think I've ever experienced a nice car trip, except maybe when I was little, and I can't remember now. It has been worse from worst, to the extent that I removed traveling as one of my hobbies.
Oh yeah, I fancy traveling, going to nice places, but most times, these travels come with the usage of car, and it doesn't always favor me.
Among all the troubles of traveling on car, the one that usually deals with me with helplessly is my reaction to motion sickness, which gives me nausea always.
I've had it many times, but the worst one happened some years ago when I was going for an official assignment.
There was a compulsory summit for all leaders in my organization to be held in the state capital Owerri, and I was the leader in my local government; it was a must for me to be there.
There was actually no problem for me because it's something I was used to.
Time got to 4:00 pm; I got prepared and boarded a bus going to Owerri directly. When I entered, the bus was half filled, so along the way, the driver kept stopping to pick up other passengers, which later got the bus congested (although it's the right number of people that were supposed to be in the bus, everywhere looked congested).
Along the way, my stomach started reacting very badly. I became so uncomfortable; I tried twisting my sitting position, but nothing worked, and I was inconveniencing the next passenger because he noticed how restless I was.
People do say that it's because there's a lack of air in the vehicle that's why such happens, but I doubt that. I was seated very close to the window, receiving fresh air, but still, my system was not balanced.
The thing escalated, and I began to feel the urge to puke. Jeeeeez! I checked the distance remaining to the next terminal, and it was very far, and this increased my urge to puke.
I began to imagine different awkward scenarios if I happened to puke inside the bus. All the thoughts looked so crazy, and I began to pray to God to let me survive this urge till I get to the terminal. I don't know if God answered me because my heartfelt prayers intensified the urge, which made it more unbearable.
Making the matter worse, the driver was driving without considering gallops on the way; he was enjoying all the dance to gallop, which pushed us into a continuous swings from left to right. People were complaining to him, but he was adamant. All those moments, I couldn't utter a word because I didn't know when I might lose it all and pour out.
I wanted to plead with the driver to stop so I could pour out, but when I imagined the embarrassing scenes it might cause, I just stayed mute. I didn't want the people to start looking at me as a sick person.
Miraculously, someone informed the driver to stop so she could alight, and I quickly used the moment to alight too.l because we were not far from from the terminal. I rushed to a gutter close by and poured out. Thank God it was night already, so no one noticed. After that, I found a place to sit and gained back some strength.
Immediately, I lost interest in continuing my journey because I didn't want to experience such again. So I sent an SMS to them seeking permission based on my health condition.
Time to return;
I became severely scared on returning to my city. At that moment, I wished I had the power to teleport.
After pondering for some time, I strolled to a shop around, bought some oranges. That was what I used to keep my stomach busy while I stayed calm on my journey back home.
I dislike traveling by car.🥹
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