I owe an apology to anyone who’s ever experienced jet lag. I’m sorry that I would hear “I have jet lag” and translate it to “I’m a gigantic wimp and get cranky when I’m tired”. I’m sorry that I have proudly boasted about never getting jet lag, thinking that made me some kind of elite traveler. I am so sorry. Following up on that apology, I’ve recently experienced jet lag from hell. Evidently, it is not the same as being mildly confused by what time it is.
The last time I felt this bad was in Australia when I was only slightly above consciousness for a couple of days. Australia is not the kind of place to get an unknown bite mark and not seek medical attention but since I was too busy sweating, freezing, crying, and sleeping in public showers, that’s exactly what I did. Anyway, the fact