If there’s one thing the South doesn’t know how to handle, it’s snow. If there’s a chance for it, there’s mass chaos. We buy all the bread and milk we can. We don’t leave our homes.
Of course, I feel the mass hysteria is justified when these states get 6-12 inches of snow. Not only is that the most snow I’ve ever seen, but it’s probably true for most Southerners. Which means that I get time to think because I’m snowed in – 7 inches deep – and ready to write something new.
I figured that with the temperatures below freezing I could start dreaming of summer, which then sparked an interesting idea for a post – The Emetophobia Bucket List.
Now that I think about it, that might be poorly worded… but bare with me. Everyone has a bucket list, you know, a list of things they want to do or places they want to see before they die. Well, living life with emetophobia, there are things that normal people take for granted that we emet’s wish we could do. So I’ve compiled a list of my Emetophobia Bucket List:
1. Go on a Cruise. Why not just start my dreams off big? My husband really wants to go on a cruise. I mean really, really wants to go on a cruise. I told him flat out no. The reasons are simple: Norovirus, sea sickness and what if we sink like the Titanic, or those other cruise ships in the news recently? Eventually I’ll do it. I will. Promise. Just not now.
2. Travel by plane to a destination I want to go. This could be in the US or outside of it. But I just need to step on a plane. I get anxious just thinking about my husband flying – who knows what could happen or what he could bring home.
3. Enjoy seafood again. Before my poor husband was stricken with the norovirus from bad oysters, I used to eat seafood. Fish, lobster, crab, scallops, shrimp… you name it. Now I want even look at it. I loved me some lobster, and now it’s off limits. I would love to try to get back into enjoying that again – even if it’s in small quantities and only for special occasions.
4. Go somewhere with a lot of people and not assume their all ticking time bombs. This is always at the back of my mind. Concerts, football games, theme parks… I always assume that someone is going to just let it all out around me – or worse, on me. Whenever alcohol is involved, it’s a legit fear. Or excessive heat (see Clemson Football Games in September for an example of that).
5. Have a family that consists of more than furbabies. I want a family. I want drooling, snotty babies cooing at me. But I have to grasp the fact that there’s a chance I will: a) get sick myself, b) have a child get sick, or c) I catch what the child has. And I’m just not sure I’m there yet. My confidence window is pretty small,
6. Ride a roller coaster. Well, okay technically I’ve already done this, but it was not a fun experience. It took me three times before I got on the ride, and then I cried the entire time once I was one it. I don’t ride roller coasters because I’m convinced I’ll get sick. Or fall out of the cart. Remind me to tell you about my “Final Destination Syndrome.”
7. Travel overseas and actually enjoy myself. Okay so this kind of correlates with point number 2, but let’s be honest. Traveling to a new country is sometimes worse than the plane ride. When I think of how in Mexico you can’t drink the water, or how in India they have this thing called Dehli Belly which comes from eating the food if you aren’t from there. Or how my in-laws really want to take my husband and I to South Korea (my mother-in-law is South Korean), and I know just how important food is, but would I eat half of what they offer? I don’t know.
Well I’m sure there’s more, but those are the big ones. I love to eat, I love to travel, and I’m pretty damn tired of this phobia telling me what I am and am not comfortable with. I hope that one day I will be able to check all of these items off my list and that I will be able to share them with you.
Do you have a bucket list item that I didn’t write down? If so, leave me a comment! I’d love to discuss them with you 🙂
Now, back to work for me. Perhaps it’ll take my mind off the snow melting outside my window and making me so sad it’s going away just like that.
Until next time, internet!
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