As the three of you who read this know, I was traveling to a wedding over the weekend, with flights at 6 AM going in both directions, just to add a further dash of misery.
That 6 AM is bad enough in itself, but it much further exacerbates another of the banes of air-travel: the most-of-vacation indigestion that almost inevitably seems to follow.
It takes different forms; some people, no doubt, spend part of their trip running to the bathroom over-frequently, the time in the air having left their guts frantic. Others, I'm told, may spend their entire vacation without that pressing need, a problem of mounting proportions. Still others may have a pepto-bismol commercial start-up in their interiors during and after flight; bloating, gas, cramps, and heartburn duking it out for the upper hand.
I'll pretend I have a shred of shame left and not share with you which of these camps I fall into.
Point being, at a time when, likely enough, you want to feel free and easy, be it for the business trip, vacation days, or stomach-pinching-strapless-dress-wearing wedding you're traveling to reach, your insides are, at least for the first day or so, in total revolt(ing).
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
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