I hate flying. People who know i was in the USAF think this is funny, but come on, people! Not everyone in the Air Force has an airborne job. I was "okay" on the flight to VA in June. I was NOT okay on the flight back. And it wasn't a psychological thing about coming back to Brown Dirt. No, it was a psychological thing about being 30,000 feet in the AIR and how WRONG that is and how it would SUCK ASS REALLY BIG if we fell from the sky. I had a full-on panic attack and had a sudden and intense urge to get the hell off that plane. Instead, i went into the bathroom and forced myself to calm down. I said i would never--NOT EVER--fly again.
So, i just bought a ticket for me and myself alone to go to Portland (OR) in September. I'm sick about it already. Panic attacks at 30,000 feet pointedly suck, but they suck much worse amongst strangers. I have less than 2 months to psych myself up for this.
I'm whimpering.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I'm Nauseated. Just Booked a Flight. Must Barf Now.
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I feel ya! Are you any better if you get an isle seat? I find that if you threaten to have a panic attack, the flight attendants are VERY helpful about getting someone to trade seats with you.
OH wow! I'm so sorry lovey, I didn't know you didn't care for flying... It is so very scary! BUT, I know you can get yourself in a good place before then! Sending GOOD vibes to you! LOVE U!
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