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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Europe Here I Come--Maybe

I'm scared to fly. There I've said it. Well I'm not really scared as long as we are over land, it's water that freaks me out. Maybe it's really a fear of drowning? Who knows, but I tend to watch those shows that re-create what happened to flight whatever the number was. I watch those and I put myself in the seat of a passenger, then I hyperventilate and freak out, on my couch. I'm just exaggerating, but really I do freak out while flying.

I fly all the time. Not as much as the normal business person, but Justin and I are on a flight atleast 4 times a year. So it's pretty common for us. And you would think that I would have gotten used to it over the years, but I haven't. Every flight is different.

One time, while flying home to Houston, we had a lay over in Dallas. The plane taking us to Houston was a small plane. 1 row of seats on one side and 2 row of seats on the other and only one flight attendant. I said it was a small plane. Well it was bumpy when we got into the air and like any other flight, she got up to start the beverage service. Soon after, she got a call from the captain, I assume, and then she sat back down and strapped in! I was in seat number 2, so I witnessed the whole thing. She was looking out the window, but couldn't see anything because it was night time. Then the turbulence started and it wasn't fun. Good thing we didn't get drinks! We started to turn to the left. And we kept turning and turning and turning to the point where everyone was looking at each other. My ears we going crazy because of the g-force (or that's what I assumed). I was pushed back into my seat. The flight attendant looked out the window again and I looked at her for some reassurance. Finally we stopped turning and the pressure was gone and we landed.

What happened on that flight? We weren't even over water and I was still freaked out. All I know is if the flight attendant is sitting, strapped in and looking out the window with a strange look on her face, then you'd better be scared!

Next year I want to go to Europe for our anniversary. I'm not looking for romance or any of that girly stuff. I want to come back and say that I went to Europe and did touristy things as well as non-touristy things. I want to see all the great things in London, but I also want to visit the BBC and watch British television. Now wouldn't that be cool! I want to head north to the Scandinavia Countries and go to IKEA. I want to go to the Ice Bar that I saw on The Amazing Race. I have big plans for my Europe trip but I have to fly over water.

I guess the only way I'm going to get over this is just to do it. But not without a visit to my Doctor for some sleeping pills, something to completely knock me out. Hey, I only need to remember Europe, not the flight over.

3 comments:

Writinggal said...

Hi, Jess! Take Xanex on your next flight. It's awesome. I'm scared to fly too--so scared I could barely read your blog! Any doctor will prescribe Xanex. And it doesn't completely knock you out--just makes you very calm. And when you have a calm flight you're not so scared the next time.

Jessi said...

Thanks! See I knew there was a pill for people like us. Xanex, take me away... to Europe.

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