Jet lag that comes much later – but from where?
I didn’t have jet lag in Turkey, or when I returned, I didn’t feel it in Shanghai, or when I returned to New York. But around Wednesday, in New York, I started getting the jet lag shake down – is queasiness a part of it? – I fall asleep at odd times as if I have been drugged – I can’t sleep when I’m supposed to – and I have this constant feeling like my stomach might turn inside out with just the slightest provocation.
After my bike ride today, I ate some chicken salad from Canseco’s that I had doctored with fresh tarragon from my garden, and then I cut up a sweet, juicy cantelope and had a few slices. I went to the couch to read the Sunday Times Picayune, and called my mother and left her a voicemail. That was at 1:45 in the afternoon. At six o’clock, I emerged from a coma that had left me bewildered and sad that my day had passed and now I know that I won’t be able to sleep tonight without aid – but my stomach says, no aid, no nothing – queasiness again.
I look up remedies online and one study suggests that woman are more susceptible to jet lag than men because of estrogen. The study also suggests Viagra as an aid. Now I ask you, if I had traveled to my destination, all medicated up on Viagra, I think I’d have a lot more problems to grapple with than sleepiness and queasiness, don’t you?