Out-of-Control Crib

'It's my birthday and I'll puke if I want to, puke if I want to..." Yes, it took 88 days but yours truly is finally seasick. It's my 35th year today and this damn ship keeps hitting landmines and torpedos and I'm out of dramamine. I'll tell ya how bad it is. Last night, the medicine cabinet mirror in my bathroom came off it's hinges and went flying into the shower, spraying glass in every direction. I went to jump in (sans contacts) and caught a small light reflection in my eye, a bare foot just inches from shattered glass. The whole shipboard community is rocking back and forth like an out-of-control crib. Some students haven't left their rooms for class for 2 days and some can barely make to their own bathrooms. The Captain warned us as we were leaving Hong Kong to tie stuff down and keep our computers on the floor. Height wise the waves aren't that tall but they're choppy, violent and constant. I could have swore last nights rogue wave sounded like we were hitting land and rolling over steal cars. It's terrifying and the closer to the front of the ship you are the worse it is. My unlucky pillow rests a wall away from the anchor. Not having a port hole no longer matters. In times like this I'd rather not know how turbulent Mother Nature can get. She'll remain an ugly beast until Japan and again from Hawaii to San Diego. While in Kobe I'm skipping sushi, sake and the grade-A beef and going right for the medicinal herbal concoctions. Asians are expert herbalists. They can create a life-saving tonic from ginseng and bird's nests if you need it and I need it.