I have to fly cross country tomorrow and my nerves are already in tatters after getting food poisoning today (Cobb salad is dead to me now) and trying to finish out program launches before I take a few days off.
Sitting here and reading about the scientific explanations for turbulence really isn’t making this any better. I know it’s an irrational fear and I know the factoids about how I’m more likely to die in an auto accident than on any flight at any time.
That’s the thing. I’m not afraid of dying or crashing or any of that because it’s illogical. I’m bodily afraid of the feeling of turbulence. My guts literally cannot handle being physically sloshed around while I have no control over them. (The sprinkling of claustrophobia inherent in squishing my fat ass into an airline seat doesn’t help either.)
I’ve done all my little rituals: Packed methodically. Put out 2 Xanax and a glass of water for the second I wake up so I can get my dolls in me before I’m awake enough to be nauseous. Set two alarms just in case. Pre-apologized to Chris for anything stupid I say tomorrow. Tore my cuticles and nail beds to shreds.
Prepare for departure.