Whew! GUESS WHAT! I made it. Planes did not crash.
I can’t believe it, I went 6 years wo flying.
I had to fly alone too, coz my DH stayed longer. The first plane out, I kind of basically resolved myself to dying that day, but I really wanted to go to Florida. I prayed like hell :teehee: for 15 min while waiting for plane to take off. Next to me was this very jaded tired stewardess who had been in Dublin. No way I could bother her at all, she went right to sleep.
Then on the return from Ft. Myers, I prayed a lot again, oh yeah, I had a bass ale at the airport coz it was 2:30 and a good time for a beer. That put me to sleep which was great! because we had an hour delay. Then, and I would highly recommend this to anyone who has this fear like me, it was incredible…
I took out this new little notebook I bought on sale down in FL, I opened it, I began writing, and wrote through take off, then I just kept writing and I wrote and wrote and wrote almost all the way home. I read two articles in the NY Times, one about Evelyn Waugh and another about this play where Eurydice goes down to hell, and it was about memory & grieving & loss… and that made me write more.
It was such a huge stress reliever, really worked well.
So. OH, there really wasn’t much “motion” for who was it, suffering from motion sickness… I thought about that, how little motion. It did seem we were up really really high though and I said something to a steward and he was just so kind. When we were taxiing in in Newark, I watched all these planes in a row getting ready to take off for Portugal, London, India… amazing amount of traffic in the skies.
What a trip. :waving: I made it!!! (was I happy to get home)