tick......tick.......tick.......
the countdown to takeoff has begun. In less than 24 hours I will be lifted up into the wild blue yonder.
(gulp)
I wish I wasn't such a wuss.
Its not that I feel I am going to end up in the fiery engulfment of mid-air explosion or the total people jam of an airline crash....
Its the fact that for an hour and a half I will not be able to get out if I start feeling claustrophobic. I mean at least in a car I can pull over and get out if I start feeling enclosed...heck I get panic-y and its hard to breathe sometimes in the shower, let alone in a tin can soaring a mile off of the ground.
I just keep reminding myself that it wasn't so bad the last time I flew....I didn't like it and I was very uncomfortable but I didn't panic once during the flight. I know that with a little luck (and rational thinking) I can keep my cool and be okay for this short amount of time (heck, several Disney cartoons are longer than this flight!)
Wish me luck gang!
3 comments:
If you die, can I have your stuff?
Just kidding. Flying is AMAZING! Once you take to the friendly skies, you'll wonder why you didn't do it sooner.
Does stuff include the kitty? Someones brave.
You can't die, you need to visit again!
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