Hurricane Cherie

I survived a hurricane yesterday.  Well, not a hurricane exactly, but the captain did say there were “hurricane force winds”.  The waves were up to 40 feet high.  Our ship was rocking and rolling like an Elvis impersonator.  My hubby, Rob, popped a gravol and felt fine.  I took one too but still felt green around the gills.  Staying horizontal was my only relief, so I stayed in bed all day and watched National Geographic.  It wasn’t much fun.  But thankfully, we are in much calmer waters today, and I have suffered no lasting effects from my ordeal.  Except for feeling instantly nauseous whenever I hear the words “National Geographic”.