The other week, I left an event with a bag that was too stiff and too large to be carried by a bike, so I treated myself to a taxi home. It should have been a luxury, but when I got home 45 minutes later I collapsed on my bed. My legs were shaking and my nerves – from the tips of my toes to the top of my head – were alight with nausea. I had spent the entire journey home focusing solely on not letting the motion sickness , which had seized me within minutes of getting in the car, win. It took an hour to begin to pass.

I’ve never been able to read or look at my phone in cars, but otherwise car sickness never bothered me before. However, in the last few years I’ve started to experience it much more – I often now become unbearably nauseous even when I obey all the rules. There didn’t see

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