Air travel is for the birds

I am completely disoriented after any airplane flight. It just seems impossible that in a matter of hours--poof!--I am in what will be a completely foreign place for the next day or so. It's like someone gave me a brain shake. I need to get past this.
This time is no different, or only different in that the feeling is more intense. Moments from the past two days flicker through my mind like a VHS tape being rewound in slow motion...like when you're looking for a specific scene, or like it's broken so you have to rewind on 'play' if you want to get to the beginning. Wait it out...wait it out...wait it out