The Friendly Skies

So it feels like I've been traveling a lot lately.... I just took a trip to Sacramento to see my California family. It was a bunch of fun and it was nice to see everyone. The only problem was....I had to fly. Oh, FYI: I HATE to fly. I know it is much safer than driving (see Jeep vs Semi post), but I just have a really hard time convincing myself that I don't really need to panic. Or help the pilot. I can't tell you how sore I am after a flight from all the window seat driving. You know what I mean...pushing the break and gas (floor) and shifting my weight from side to side as if I am actually contributing. Giving people the evil eye for weaving up and down the aisle on the way to the bathroom during turbulence (most of the ride it seems) when CLEARLY they should not be changing the mass distribution on the delicately weight balanced aircraft. Seriously. I have a problem. It's funny now, but not at 30,000 feet! I tried relaxing with alcohol...which resulted in my own turbulence accompanied rush to the potty. This was followed by Xanax which (mixed with Dramamine) made me sleepy without decreasing my anxiety. How can you be both, you ask? I managed! (I should mention that the vodka and xanax where on different days before someone yells at me for mixing meds). Oh well, I feel so silly. It's a stupid fear, but unfortunately I can't reason my way out of it. I even tried watching Lost on my DVD player to distract me. In retrospect, maybe a series about plane crash survivors wasn't a good entertainment choice... I will be on my way to Florida in a week or two to be with my mom who is having surgery....Here's hoping my doctor can come up with something that will help! :-) Miss you all!