Sunday, November 2, 2008

Oh, the pain

There are many downsides to traveling.

You can get lost.
You can loose your luggage.
You can accidentally get on the wrong plane and end up in, say, Afghanistan.

True - I admit, this last one might be a challenge. The airport staff will probably notice. But I'm sure it could be done...

But of all of these, there is something worse.

Worse then uncertainty, doubt, having no toothbrush and crazed UN peacekeepers trying to deal with a tourist in a warzone. Sorry, peacekeeping zone.

No - it's when you look out the window at 0630, knowing that you should be asleep.

But also knowing it's 1130 and that sleeping, now, is as likely as G. W. Bush apologising for being as intelligent as his namesake.

Its the headache that crys out "Oh, for a few hours of sleep. Ten of them - whole, peaceful hours of sleep". At 1500.

Oh...jetlag.

Of course, if you're sensible you can fight this killer of joy. You can sleep on planes. You can arrange your flights to try and avoid it.

Which is fine, if there isn't a damned 8 year old sitting next to it's 3 year old demon sibling - you can image, this works fine...for about 30 seconds. Ok. Maybe 2 minutes.

Now imagine this fight continuing for some 7 hours, with the occasional cease fire, cry in their suffering mothers arms and blessed silence as they stuff their tiny faces with more E Numbers then you can shake an equation at.

Oh, jet lag.

I would wish it on my worst enemy.

Happily. They can have mine!

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

At least you have arrived safely. Must admit I don't get jet lag on the way there, just on the way back! Couldn't you have asked the nice stewardess to move you else where?

According to my laptop it is 1 degree (temp) where you are - poor thing. it is quite mild here at the moment.

Have a nice holiday. mm

Anonymous said...

Oh well, atleast you knew about it from past experience.

Also you forgot to give me the token so hope you can access your account and sort out any items in the post.

Anonymous said...

I also HATE jetlag, but I think he's mostly just complaining, like he normally does.
this is how the nights have been so far
7pm
Martin: im tired!
Isabelle: suck it up
8pm
Martin: im tired *whines*
Isabelle: sleep in the car
9pm
Martin: "has his head like a bobblehead falling asleep"
Isabelle: "blasts the chris brown music"
10pm
Martin: "in pyjamas burried under blanketsSSSS"
Isabelle: "goes to sleep"
1am
Martin: "stil isnt sleeping"
Isabelle: "sleeping like a baby"
7am
Martin: I cant sleep
Isabelle: Im going to work, please sleep so you are over this jetlag.

All day he DOESNT sleep and plays on his computer....
its 9:30pm now, I expect him to say hes tired any minute now

Goodnight Martin.

LOL

Anonymous said...

*Cough*

But the point of jetlag is you can't sleep when you should, but can't stop when you shouldn't....

Anonymous said...

and miss out on some fun things *laughs*

Anonymous said...

I would say "Do tell" - but children could be reading this....