This weekend, I visited West Virginia to see my two eldest daughters. Living in California, I don't usually get the opportunity to do so, but the government was nice enough to fly me to Maryland on a business trip. It's about a four hour drive from there.
Then I started feeling dizzy. I had to pull over. Every car and big rig that passed me as I was trying to maintain control of myself wasn't helping. I safely pulled over on the side of the freeway and desperately tried to figure out how I was going to do this. It was going to be at least another two hours before I reached the rest stop, where I planned to nap. A few minutes later, the tingling stopped and I continued. Sure enough, the tingliness returned and I had to take so many breaks that it took me six hours to reach my rest stop.
I had made it :)