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Tylenol was my best friend. Dehydration my worst enemy.
I think I was popping two Tylenol pills a day for at least three days before my body decided it agreed that I was in a different time zone. Someone told me that a 12 hour jetlag is easier to deal with than a 6 hour jetlag. I couldn’t disagree more. If I was supposed to be awake I was tired, If I wasn’t supposed to be awake, I was awake. I couldn’t eat full meals and didn’t realize that until after the second day. (It’s a terrible feeling to be on a food justice trip and waste food) It wasn’t until much later in the week that I began to eat full plates. I was fortunate enough not to get too sick, but it would not be until Day of Service 2(3rd day in the city) that I would start feeling okay. Because it was always a scorchin’ ninety degrees, & all the days we were there no rain would fall, my water would always be warm thus it made it harder to drink like I should. We were told to beware of consuming ice cubes(I let that go after day 2) so that was no help. Dehydration the first two days were my worst enemy, but I soon caught on and whenever we were in a food setting, I would order cold drinks like crazy(even iced coffee which sounds counterproductive to hydration).
Thanks Jason Lin for capturing me in my most natural habitat, post 16ish hour flight, skin all oily, skin broken out, dehydrated to the T but smile on my face cause I found a Popeyes at the Hong Kong Airport.