Monday, July 15, 2013
I'm absolutely petrified to fly. So, guess what I'm going to be doing on Saturday morning? Yup, flying. I'm not particularly looking forward to it, for a lot of reasons. But, since my husband feels like flying is safer than driving 1350 miles alone (though I was going to take Chewbi, my 1 year old shih-tzu, so technically I wouldn't have been alone), I'm flying.
I've only ever flown Southwest, but their bad press for being unaccommodating to heavier people (I mean, who can afford two seats?!), together with the bad experience I had flying with them a few years ago and I'm looking for a new airline. So, I've heard good things about American Airlines and thought I'd give them a shot.
But, I'm still afraid. Afraid I'm going to get sick, afraid I'm not going to fit in the seats, afraid of the unknowns of flying (like crashes!!).
I'm just working really hard not to get worked up about it, because that will make things worse. I'm going to take my Dramamine to avoid getting air sick and then try to distract myself for the 3 hours it'll take to fly from DFW to Las Vegas. It's a short flight, I can handle it... I hope.
Then, a week later, I get to fly back. I'm not looking forward to that, either. I wish I could have talked my husband into not being freaked out about driving... Maybe next time.
Wish me luck!