Next week, I'm going on a boat trip so I've made sure to pack some drugs for motion sickness. Even though the drugs will help me enjoy the voyage, the thought of using them gives me pause. It reminds me of a time in1999 when my husband Dan flew on his second Space Shuttle mission on STS-96. Three days before the big launch date, NASA flew me, my children, and the other crew members' family from Johnson Space Center in Texas to Cape Canaveral in Florida. I had made this trip once before during Dan's first space shuttle mission so I knew that the flight to Florida might be on a low flying, propeller plane that made me motion-sick. So, for this plane ride, I asked the flight doctor if he would give me some motion sickness medication, and he gave me some scopolamine.
The drug worked like a charm. I didn't feel sick and enjoyed the flight with the other crew members' family. As we approached Cape Canaveral, the pilot circled the plane around the launch pad so we could look down upon the vehicle that was about to blast our loved ones into space.
At dawn three days later, the Space Shuttle took off in a spectacular display of power, sound, and light.
As we boarded the plane for the trip back to Houston, I mentioned to the flight doctor that the scopolamine had worked really well. "Good," he said, "and how was your short term memory for the time you were on the drug?" Scopolamine affects the acetylcholine receptors in your brain and may impact the ability to form new memories. I thought back to the plane ride and our dramatic view of the Shuttle launch pad and told the doctor that the drug had had no bad effects; I remembered everything about the day.
But had I? About a year later, I began to think differently. During that flight to Cape Canaveral, I had read the second half of Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone, the first book in the Harry Potter series. When I began the second book in the series, I discovered that I could not remember a thing about the second half of the first book, not a even a hint of Harry's brave encounter with the evil Voldemort. It was as if I had never read the book at all. So, yesterday, as I placed the motion sickness medication into my suitcase, I reminded myself to read books on the boat that it would be OK to forget!