While I had no nausea, I did experience the same painful backache from spine lengthening that I had encountered on STS-41D and 27. I also noticed the same Viagra effect. Every morning I would find myself afflicted with a diamond-cutter erection, just like the geezers in the movie Cocoon. And I wasn't the only one dealing with the problem. On one reveille, as we floated in our sleep restraints, Pepe looked at me and said, "I must have had a great dream about Cheryl. I have a terrific boner."
I smiled and replied, "I must have had a great dream about Cheryl, too."
Pepe laughed. "Damn you, Mullane! Keep my wife out of that filthy brain of yours."
Someday the blood shift of weightless flight will make for some very happy space colonists.