I used to fly regularly for work (Chicago, San Fran, Seattle) and just got to the point where I couldn't stand it anymore. 9-11 didn't help. And the last flight I took (Oct 2004) was during a hurricane so everyone was in a tizzy and the weather was horrible. I took a couple of Xanax, followed by two beers, and made it to my destination (New Orleans). However, three days later, when I was supposed to fly back to Florida, I couldn't do it. I totally freaked out. I ended up renting a car and just driving home!
That was my last flight. Yup, four years ago! Prior to marriage. Prior to kids.
Someone asked me the other day why do I hate it so much? I think there are several reasons. First, I get dizzy/vertigo (even if I take Dramine). Second, I hate the turbulance (and I have had my share of bad flights!). Third, I hate to just "sit there" (I am probably un-dx'ed A.D.D!).
But as my good friend Tina tells me, "Jen, you are really limiting your life if you decide to never fly again." And I know she is right.
So, over the next few days, I will share my