not freak out on airplanes anymore

That’s it. I don’t think this will ever work. I flew to DC last week with my family—my dh says his hand still hurts from my clutching and gripping. Why am I such a looney?

If I ever go on a plane again I’m going to have to stop listening to the news. Driving in this morning I heard the accounts of the Air France crack-up and I started to sweat and breathe rapidly. There I was, on the verge of a panic attack, because I was picturing myself on a plane stuck in the middle of a thunderstorm.

I can’t handle a plane with no turbulence. How could I handle real calamity?

I don’t think I’ll ever get on another plane. There goes my European vacation….

I have dreams about bad flying experiences all the time. At least once a week, and they haunt me. Like the scene in the LOST pilot, the plane’s going down, but it never hits. Just pure, unfettered panic….

I’m putting my head between my legs (or is that sticking my head in the ground?) and driving to Las Vegas instead of flying.

Bock…bock bock bock BOCK BooooCCCCKKKK!

(That’s me being a chicken)