Reminds me of when I flew to Europe from Michigan on a choir tour. The director wouldn't let us sleep for over 24 hours. When we finally got into our hotel rooms, we slept for 3 or 4 hours before dinner. Well, some of us didn't, but most of us did. Reminds me: Nobody was on any medication that I know of. Wonder how we would've dealt with that going overseas back then (1989). My sister was *just* over the contageous time of chicken pox and had to be cleared to travel. (I'd had them right before her by 3 weeks- which is the incubation period of chicken pox.)