OK, Next time we fly, I MUST take a closer look at the itinerary. Analyze it and really think! (I work as an Analyst after all) Our trip was wonderful and exciting, truly liberating the geek in me at times and allowing me to be “the tourist” at others.
All in all it was awesome. But, today I am tired as all fuck. I have been up since 4am. I don’t do well at 4am.
We arrived late in Orlando after a delay at our stop over in Chicago. There was a Massive Thunderstom, which closed the airport right after we landed. The Flight into Chicago was a terrible, turbulent affair. The Wifey does not fly well and was very afraid, irregardless of the 2 gravol she took to dull her senses a bit. It may take something stronger next time. But, the little trooper hung in there, and we landed OK. I may have lost some mobility in my right hand due to here “Kung-Fu grip of fear”, but all in all I’m glad to say that she held up well. Hopefully our next flight will be easier and I’ll be able to calm her a bit more. Honestly, I was pretty scared at certain times on the flights. Perhaps it was flying with some one who has a phobia? Its so hard, because I tried to reassure her and be strong, giving her strength, yet I felt so powerless and unable to calm her. Its hard to know that your loved one is afraid (to the point to tears) and you can do nothing at all to help them through. There were times when I felt anxious and panicky, when I used to love flying. Prior to our Thunderstorm landing I guess I had always had nice weather to fly in and never looked at my planes as dangerous in any way. Our flight to Chicago was just brutal though. Wifey tried desperately to climb into my lap, seatbelt, cramped seats and armrest apparently were not an obstacle to her. If nothing else, my girl is determined!
This morning we departed at 8am, necessitating an arrival at the airport of 6am!!! I’m just beat now, even after a nap. It really has wasted my day. Lesson for future trips is to Fly in earlier and depart later!!
I’ll blog the trip later (hopefully with pics).
Oh, and who in fuck’s name do airlines make those seats for! I’m a relatively small guy (abour 5’ 6”, 145lbs) and I find them restrictive. Makes you feel like cargo!
I’m listening to Crooked Fingers. Imagine if Neil Diamond was depressed and wrote songs about drunks. Yeah, its that good.
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You survived. I didn't break your hand...or totally freak out. You imagined the tears and I was trying to climb into your lap because I wanted to cuddle with you.
(okay, only direct flights from now on...we don't want to make me have to go up and down anymore than necessary. Plus, we want to make sure I can be unconscious for the duration of the flight, not just slightly out of it).
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