the countdown to takeoff has begun. In less than 24 hours I will be lifted up into the wild blue yonder.
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!