I tried to prepare for our entry into the Drake last
night but it turned out to be futile. I had hoped that I would find my sea legs
like many of the other passengers, but entering the Drake a second time wasn’t
any easier.
To my utmost dismay, our ship doctor had run out of seasickness
patches, the only thing that seemed to work for me, so I’ve been relying on
Dramamine tablets. But after a few vomits in the morning I had to ask for a
cabin call and an injection. It helped, but didn’t last long.
Cue more puking, I’m pretty familiar with the drill
now.
