I Need Therapy

I have been flying on airplanes since I was just a wee little child, so I consider myself a pretty experienced flyer. No flight anxiety, only mild airsickness, and a huge affinity for airline peanuts.

Until now. I may never be the same.



This week I used my Dad's frequent flyer miles to fly up to Utah to visit a friend. I wasn't really worried about flying alone, because I've done many times before and its been all good.

But this time was NO BUENO. We flew through rainstorms the entire flight. It was like a roller coaster, except that instead of being safely strapped into a little cart securely attached to a track, we were sitting in what was basically a building, turned on its side, being thrown through the storm clouds 40,000 feet above the ground That plane bumped up and down, rocked side to side, tilted at scary angles towards the ground, and even had about 5 gut-wrenching drops... like the feeling you get when you are in free fall. That alone would have been enough to emotionally scar me for the rest of my life!!

But no. There had to be more.

Of course I just happened to be sitting next to the only toddler on the flight. I knew this toddler meant trouble when the first thing he did when came to sit by me was spit an entire mouthful of apple juice on my backpack. I could handle that. He screamed at the top of his lungs most of the flight as we bounced around like crazy. I could even handle that. But then his mom told me she was two months pregnant and began gagging in a garbage bag while I was left to care for her child. THAT was a little much.

I am now accepting cash donations to help pay for therapy. Thankyouverymuch.

Luckily my trip could only get better from that point! Check in tomorrow for a cheery report of my summery time in Utah and to find out which famous person I shared a smile with while I was there!

Everyone has to have a traumatic airplane story... Share yours in the comments!