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I'm a member of NASA (National Association of Short Adults) but I never did their BARF testing.
As for the "TALE that once you've experienced a good dose of sea sickness...it doesn't reoccur", sure hasn't worked for me either. During a storm in the Caribbean, in the Bermuda Shorts Triangle (The one where I promised God that I would not get back on a sailboat again in this lifetime, if I made it thru that storm, and didn't for about 15 years), I barfed over the rail the first two times, but after that I just barfed in the cockpit and let the rain wash it away.
When I worked as a longshoreman at the Port of Milwaukee, I was in the bottom of a train car, loading logs onto a ship. All I could see was the sky and this huge ship, going up and down. My Barfitory Gland assumed that something as big as the ship couldn't be moving, it must be the train car. So I would start to feel queasy and have to climb out and look at the warehouse, on the other side of the train car, for awhile to convince my BG that It was not really me and the train car that was moving.

Great story Bill.

I used to be as sensitive as Bill, maybe more. As a child, If I took a ride in a car and tried to read a book, I would be very nauseous in 4 city blocks. I always had to concentrate on the horizon, looking out the window of the car. What a joy I must have been to my parents on summer vacations. Mom, can we stop so I can empty my puke bucket?

I started working at age 15 in entertainment. I had to travel a lot, car, bus, truck, plane I puked in them all often. What fun! Then I got a job on a 86,000 tone cruise ship, 3 month gig, touring the inside passage of Alaska, between Seward and Vancouver. It was a big ship, but when we were cutting across the Gulf of Alaska, the ship would get tossed around a lot. I puked in her too! After a few weeks I started to get used to the movement, and suddenly I would not get sick anymore. After the cruise ship gig I was mostly cured. I could fly, ride and read a book, go deep sea fishing and what do you know even sail a small boat with out getting sick. I believe the emersion therapy of the ship was my cure.

Bill, your story reminds of one time in Pearl Harbor when our artillery battalion was doing an embark practice. We had one lieutenant who got seasick while waiting on the dock to go aboard.

...barfing, I'll tell ya about barfing
Years ago, on a full stomach, I and friends visited a Circus Site that had a buncha "fun rides" (rides outta hull would be more like it). But after an evening of hollerin', riding, acting stupid...I'm still wondering was it the rides,sea sickness, or the drinks...(probably just stupidity... )
I gotta sympathize with folks that experience THAT on nice family outings when trying to enjoy sailing....a real bummer
Happy Sailing !

Well, we had 4 Macs out in Marina Del Rey on Saturday and only 1 boat ended up not having someone ready to puke. We had great wind, but the swells were between 9 and 11 feet. So it was a lot of up and down with some good twisting too. We made it out about 9 miles before we all had to turn back in...

As soon as I turn out of the inlet and head for the ocean my wife gets sick. I tell her its all in her head.. She screams it is a physical issue. One time while she was asleep down below I headed throught the inlet and it was a bit choppy and I though I would get busted by her. I made it through and sailed for at least an hour before she came up and figured it out..Then she said she was sick. We ordered a relief band and she claims it works. I have taken it out an many deep sea fishing trips on charter boats and others have used it and claim to feel better after having it on for a bit. However having her say it works is objective--she is the same person that believes in pressure points and when she has a headache she drinks water and pinches between her thumb and pointer finger.. All in all if you belive it will work..it just might..

Ginger Snap is the name I gave a cat that showed up at my shop on a cold January day about 6 years ago.
I didn't have any food to give her, but then I remembered I had a partial bag of stale ginger snaps left over from the previous sailing season.
She gladly ate them, and I went and got some cat food for her.
She's been here ever since, a nice calico, I call her Snappy now. She brings me half a mouse, with some regularity. She won't eat ginger snaps anymore.

Bill at BOATS 4 SAIL wrote: ... She brings me half a mouse, with some regularity. She won't eat ginger snaps anymore.

And it's always the back half of the mouse, that she brings me.
Which always get's me to thinking, if I was going to eat half a mouse, which half would I eat?
I think we should have a poll.

If you were going to eat half of a mouse, assuming you could stop at half, which half would you eat:
a) The forward half of a mouse
b) The aft half of a mouse
c) The starboard half of a mouse
d) The port half of a mouse
e) The upper half of a mouse
f) The lower half of a mouse
g) All of the above
h) Other

Bill at BOATS 4 SAIL wrote:Ginger Snap is the name I gave a cat that showed up at my shop on a cold January day about 6 years ago.
I didn't have any food to give her, but then I remembered I had a partial bag of stale ginger snaps left over from the previous sailing season.
She gladly ate them, and I went and got some cat food for her.
She's been here ever since, a nice calico, I call her Snappy now. She brings me half a mouse, with some regularity. She won't eat ginger snaps anymore.

Bill the last Time I was up at your place . . Snappy told me that those out of date Ginger Snaps gave her a queasy stomach and that 1/2 a mouse kind of settled it down

Sounds like the beginning of a new cartoon series

Hank and Genny

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