this photo is what happens when i can't sleep because i'm too nervous about flying on friday. have i ever told you how much i
dislike HATE flying?
i hate it so, so much.
before we take off, i try to finagle my way into an aisle seat so i can go to the bathroom like, every 20 minutes or so. i take my dramamine. during take-off, i always cry & often vomit (sorry if that's TMI). i put my head down & hold onto walter (my teddy bear) -- if robbie is with me, i sob into his shirt sleeve. during the flight, i'm too fidgety/sweaty/shaky to read, so i flip through magazines with lots of pictures. i try to stay on one page as long as possible to make time go by faster. i wait as long as i can between checking the time (because it's SO disappointing to see a lot of time left on that clock). i watch the flight attendants like a hawk to make sure they look calm. almost always, someone says to me, "you really don't like flying, huh?" i drink ginger ale. i write lists. i get all giddy when the pilot says we're about to land. when i get off the plane, i swear that's the last time i'll ever fly. and i know that flying is safer than driving -- i get that, it's just the being thrown up into the air part, and the not being able to get off if i really want to part that get to me.
if anyone else out there hates flying, what are your secrets to getting through a flight? and if you love flying, PLEASE tell me why so i can try to be as cool as you!