Flying: The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

I haven't been on an airplane since I was about 8 and let me tell you, it's no picnic. I was very much excited to fly, even with all of my change-overs and whatnot; but come departure day I was a complete mess. I knew I would be emotionally drained, crying my eyes out and wishing I didn't want to go while being super excited at the same time. What I didn't expect (and enjoy) was the physical sickness I felt almost the entire trip. 

I got up at 9am on Sunday morning, with the plan of spending the entire day with my husband and pups. I did just that and it was so lovely. Honestly, I really enjoyed my last weekend with my family so very much. But I found myself not eating, and just not feeling hungry, which is really weird for me. I mean, I eat a lot, and I am usually a stress eater so I was very surprised at myself for not feeling hungry. 

But, I went about my day, making sure I was packed and snuggling like there was no tomorrow, because, well, there wasn't. My dad volunteered to drive me to the airport and we left Dallas at 2am so we could grab a bite before my flight, haha, I rhymed. He chose Denny's...it was an awful idea, made more awful by the fact that I had already drank two Starbucks double espresso drinks, but what else is open at 3am?? I felt like shit, so I had some sprite to settle my stomach and some french fries; and by sprite, I mean soda water because their machine was broken and they didn't know it...yeah, Go Denny's. I shouldn't have eaten anything to be honest with you. It was not one of my best ideas. 

I got to the airport and got on my plane without a hitch, was surprised me, but was amazing all the same. 

The takeoff, however, was anything but. The feeling of lifting off the ground, the change in pressure and the frightening feeling of being totally helpless almost made me puke right then and there. I seriously think flying is going to make me more sick than sailing, haha! The hour and 45 minute flight to San Francisco was absolutely terrible. My seat mates were nice enough, an obese father with his fat little boy (whom he fed two donuts to for breakfast) didn't bother me and paid no mind to the tears steaming down my face. But my stomach was in knots the entire flight, I was nauseous and jittery, and tired as fuck considering I had been up for 22 hours straight. 

You can imagine just how terrified I was for my next flight to Boston, a 6 hour flight and I was expecting the worst. 

I managed to use the bathroom before we took off, the one on the plane which made me feel like a fatty because I couldn't even spread my legs open enough to do my business. I can't even imagine anyone bigger than me using those things, absolutely ridiculous. Anyway...

I felt SO much better after going potty, my stomach was finally settling down. Now, I needed to sleep. After staying motionless on the Tarmac for 30 fucking minutes because some dipshits were changing seats and couldn't figure their shit out, we finally took off. I experienced none of the terror and sick that I felt on the flight previous, it was lovely. Well, as lovely as it could be. I folded up my sweater and did my best to get comfortable. Note to self: next time, being a god damn pillow. Jesus. 

I slept for just under 2 hours, that is, I have slept for 2 out of the 27 hours I have now been awake. I'm going to try and sleep some more, but we'll see if I can. I have a feeling sleeping will be an issue for me on this trip, which is weird because I'm usually such a good (and deep) sleeper. 

Ah well, a small price to pay for a once in a lifetime opportunity. 

I am sorry to whine so much, but today hasn't exactly been peachy. I know it will

Improve and I hope you can hang on for the good stuff. 

If anyone's got tips for me to make flying more enjoyable I would appreciate any and all help. When I fly back I have three change overs, so it's going to be rough. 

I look forward to your comments.