Today, we are taking a trip to Asheville, NC, as Ross has an appointment down there. Over 6 hours, round trip! My stomach is already churning at the thought. Mind you, other than Ross' whole deal with getting car sick, I could ride with her for hours and be fine. But I am still stressing.
I was in a horrible accident when Cina was only five years old. A tractor-trailer drove right over the top of our car. My ex-wasn't wearing a safety belt so, as we were crashed and banged around, ping-ponged betwixt the truck and a guardrail, he became a 318 lb. missile and repeatedly smashed into my normal size head with his big ol' pumpkin sized one, banging it into the passenger side window. It took me months to recover. If I ever really did. I still have dreams of the wreck and could lapse into a panic attack without warning, when traveling on the Interstate. So, I am dreading today with a passion.
I'm taking along my camera and some crocheting, maybe a journal, anything to keep my mind off the road. Please send me good vibes!