Driving is an everyday occurrence for me since I started high school.

The first time feeling a vehicle move with me felt really cool.



Until the queasiness in my stomach rose to quite a deal.

An intolerable uneasiness I hated to feel.



The urge to throw up and my head spinning with dizziness.

I'm glad I could hold up and not cause a mess.



My favorite time was when we were stopped in traffic.

I could rest my head and ease my discomfort, hoping to remain static.



The view passing by was always amazing.

Alas I could never really enjoy it without worrying.



That I might faint right then after emptying my stomach.

Closing my eyes never helped enough.



A little while later I got used to it. Slowly easing into the rhythm.



Music helped and soon I could travel without worry.

Loving the rush but hating the hurry.



High school is over, college came across.

Ready to leave to go abroad.



Boarding the plane getting comfy in my seat.

Ready to take off and grabbing something to eat.



But it wasn't before long that I felt that familiar feeling.

How unlucky me, trying my best to control my breathing.



Then the nasty taste of bile, the burning in my throat.

It gurgle and twisted till it came up and out.



I feel sorry for the hostess to deal with this mess.

Too disoriented, dizzy and queasy to help.



Embarrassment and anxietyflood my mind.

Couldn't this happen another time?



Car sick, air sick, what else is it gonna be?

Sea sick, train sick? How unlucky me.



That four hour flight was the worst of my days.

The plane touch down, ready to go ready to leave right away.



Manmade machines doesn't seem to like me.

Worst first flight, worst first ride. Yipdidi!



I will not try to guess the result of the others.

So ships and trains you'll never see me in the future.
© WarningKoala