Cracks in My Foundation : Bags, Trips, Make-up Tips, Charity, Glory, and the Darker Side of the Story : Essays and Stories
Go further under the covers and stay in bed a little longer with Marian Keyes in this winning follow-up to her smash essay collection, Under the Duvet. Written in the witty, forthright style that has earned her legions of devoted readers, Cracks in My Foundation offers an even deeper and more candid look into this beloved author's mind and heart, exploring such universal themes as friends and family, home, glamour and beauty, children, travel, and more. Marian's hilarious and thoughtful take on life makes her readers feel they are reading a friend, not just an author.
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September 06, 2005
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Excerpt from Cracks in My Foundation by Marian Keyes
Cheaper Than Drugs
I know a man who denies that jet lag exists. He regularly flies halfway across the world, marches off the plane after a twenty-seven-hour flight, goes straight into the Auckland office, pausing only to brush his teeth, and immediately starts barking orders and making people redundant. (Or whatever super-macho, no-human-weakness job it is he does.) I want to sue this man-as far as I'm concerned denying jet lag is like denying that the Earth is round. I am so prone to jet lag that I even get it when I haven't been on a plane: I get jet lag when the clocks go back.
(It's because I'm so in thrall to sleep. I'm grand if I get my habitual sixteen hours a night, but if anything happens to interfere with that, I'm all over the place. I am a martyr to my circadian rhythms.)
Naturally, I've investigated all the jet lag "cures" stay away from alcohol on the plane; drink plenty of water; eat lightly; do a little exercise; get on to local time patterns immediately; and most importantly walk around in the sunlight as soon as you arrive at your faraway destination.
All nonsense, of course: as effective as giving someone a Barbie Band-Aid for a shattered femur. I must admit I don't trust "natural" solutions to conditions; I like chemicals. I am probably the last person in the Western world who doesn't have a homeopath and who still swears by antibiotics. I would love if someone invented an anti-jet lag drug and I couldn't care less about side effects, in fact I'd embrace them. Dry mouth? Trembling? Blurred vision? Better than being fecking jet lagged and falling asleep facedown in my dinner at six in the evening.