Jetlag from London to Sydney is shocking. I feel like every cell in my body has been removed, put in the spin drier, injected with valium, and replaced in my body. It's not invigorating.
This morning I woke up after a good night's sleep, looked at the clock, and realised it was only 10pm. I'd been asleep for an hour and a half. At 12.30pm I was lying on the floor, desperate to go to sleep again. Tomorrow I plan to take the kids to see a movie so that at least I can get a little daytime nap. I may need to ask the twelve year old to drive.
|I may have been jetlagged in London too|
A couple of hours ago I took a five minute cold shower (do you KNOW how long that is?) as someone on Twitter told me it will cure my jetlag. Ten minutes later I was ready for bed again.
I hear I will be ready for life again one day. But until then I'm laying low. I've learned many things from my trip to London but two will stand out in my mind for all eternity:
1. Human beings just aren't meant to travel across the world in 28 hours.
2. I'm never going to be an astronaut. If a flight leaves me this wrecked, space travel must be really, really brutal.