Showing posts with label fear of flying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear of flying. Show all posts

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Conquering My Fear of Flying – Not Gonna Happen (But Here's Some Advice Anyways)

Over this long weekend filled with feasting, family, and friends, I came to the realization that I would be journeying to Ireland in less than a month.  Which means, I’m going to come face to face with my fear of flying, which hasn’t gotten any better since the last time Itold you about it 

I'm going to be flying on a plane way larger
than this device, which I flew fearlessly on back
in 2007.

Apparently Budget Travel magazine wanted to help my fear of flying.  I have been getting this magazine for years and even get their newsletter via email.  That’s where I read an article entitled "10 Tricks for Conquering Flight Anxiety."  It listed ten ideas that will help make your flight a little smoother.  I disagree, starting right with the first tip.

Give your phobia a name

Unfortunately it has a name.  It’s called, “I’m-plummeting-to-my-death-from-30,000-feet-phobia.”  The name is what’s so scary.

Familiarize yourself with airplane noises

OMG, I’m about 100 times more freaked out to fly after familiarizing myself with these noises.  eHotels.com says “During descent, the flight becomes quite quiet as the engine’s power is reduced to an idle position and the airplane glides.”  The plane becomes idle in the air?  And glides?  No, no, and no.

What I’d really like to familiarize myself with are noises that indicate the plane is crashing.  I’m incredibly freaked out by the sound of the “fasten seatbelt”/”unfasten seatbelt” dinging because I feel the pilot is going to come on and make an announcement about my imminent demise.  I’d like to know how to differentiate between “We’ve reached out climbing altitude” and “Nice knowing you, folks.”

Check the turbulence forecast

I’m pretty sure if I knew my plane was going to hit turbulence, I’d crap my pants.  ‘Nough said.

Bring a photo of your destination

I’m not kidding when I say I nearly ruined a day in Milan (which wasn’t hard to do if you read my story about this city) worrying about taking a flight back to Germany.  I was super excited about Germany, and about the remainder of my honeymoon, but I couldn’t shake the anxiety that was building.  My sister-in-law says she’s going with this tip for our trip, but I know we’ll be clawing at each other and holding on for dear life when that plane takes off for the Emerald Isle.

Skip the coffee – and the wine

Are you freaking out of your mind?  First of all, I don’t skip wine for anything, especially not during my potential last moments on earth.  Plus, my doctor recommended I drink wine to calm down.  That actually sounds like pretty bad medical advice now that I read it, I promise my doctor doesn’t operate out of the back of a van!

Bring a book you’ve already started or tune into a television series you already know 

I partially agree with this advice, but I’d like to add on: do something as mindless and mind-consuming as possible.  For instance, I thought that playing 45,000 rounds of Angry Birds would help, but something about the motion of the plane and the motion of birds flying into buildings didn’t mesh well.  However, reading trashy magazines was slightly effective (especially when paired with wine!).

Share your secret with the flight attendants

I did that.  I said, “I’m afraid of flying, so I’m going to need constant fill-ups on this wine.”  The flight attendant was very courteous in following my requests.

Embrace safety information

I do.  I’m the only one watching that safety demonstration.  However, I’m not sure how handy the “floatation device” will be if we’re crashing.

Use this breathing technique

I have practiced yoga for more than 10 years now and I’m a strong believer in using breath to work with the body.  Deep breathing is the only advice I think truly works.  However, it's brief.  I breathe in for a count of eight, then out for a count of eight.  After doing that for a minute or so, I am much calmer.  Until that damn fasten seatbelt ding comes on again!

Have one of two relaxation remedies handy – but use them only as a last resort

When I posted something on Facebook about being afraid of flying, many of my friends posted back with “Xanax,” “Valium,” and “Adavan.”  I have tried the drug route before (much more helpful when paired with alcohol, which sounds very dangerous), but I’m afraid of ending up like this.

 

"There's a colonial woman on the wing, the woman on the wing, there’s something they’re not telling us!"  That will be me after taking Xanax, Valium, and Adavan.  Haha, that clip makes me laugh so much, maybe I’ll just watch it over and over for the eight hour flight.  That should quell my fear a little.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Fear at 30,000 Feet

I wasn’t always afraid of flying.  In fact, I flew to Paris on Air France with no qualms, one day after a flight to Paris on Air France went “missing.”  I also gave my mom the okay to buy a plane ticket the afternoon of 9/11.

But then, everything changed one day in March of 2011.  Frank drove me to Ft. Lauderdale International Airport so I could hop a flight to see the baptism of my goddaughter.

Isn't she cute?  I bought her this bonnet from Etsy.  I was
unaware she would look like a little pilgrim baby, but I still
love her!
 
It would be a long flight, from South Florida to Lubbock, Texas, and I would arrive just before the baptism.  There was no room for error, as I also had a connecting flight.

Since I consider myself to be a low-grade narcoleptic, I fell asleep immediately after boarding.  I felt the plane take off.  After a few minutes, I felt the plane start to land.  I woke up out of my half-slumber state and looked to the lady next to me who was calmly reading her Kindle.

This is actually my Kindle, but I was far too
freaked out at the moment to think about
taking pictures.
 
I had a bad feeling.  And then came the announcement on the intercom.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if it smells like something is burning, it’s because there is smoke in the cockpit.”


WHAT?!  The lady was still reading her Kindle as if nothing had happened.  I debated whether I should just turn my cell phone on and tell Frank that I loved him before I plummeted to my death.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to be making an emergency landing at Palm Beach International Airport.”


Well, since Ft. Lauderdale and West Palm Beach are only 45 minutes away by car, by plane they were only a few minutes apart.  Would the plane land safely before we all died?

“Ladies and gentlemen, the smoke has cleared in the cockpit, but we are going to land anyways.”


Wait, was there a chance that the smoke had cleared and we were going to keep flying to Knoxville?!?!  Why aren’t there parachutes on airplanes, I panicked to myself.

The lady next to me, by the way, had read about 20 pages on her Kindle in this time.  I, however, was crying.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have landed in West Palm Beach.  Please see our ticketing agent to re-book your tickets.”


I told Delta they could keep my money for the ticket (which was $400, by the way) for all I cared, but I was not getting back on one of their planes.  Not to mention, I would miss the baptism anyways.  They refunded my trip, Frank picked me up, and I called my closest family and friends to tell them how much I loved them.  Dramatic?  Maybe.  Over-the-top?  Certainly.  Scariest moment of my life?  Definitely.

I didn’t get back on a Delta plane, or any other plane, for more than a year.  I also refused to fly without Frank.  When we were getting ready for our honeymoon to Italy, I told my doctor of my new flying fear.  He told me he would not prescribe me anything, but I should consider getting drunk.

Just following doctor's orders over here!  Not sure about
Frank's excuse.
 
So, that I did.  However, it only worked for about two hours of the nine hour flight.  I got my hands on some Xanax for the flight home (don’t judge me) and had some wine (I use "some" pretty loosely here) and was able to stay calm for about three hours.

I couldn't have done it without you, dear friend.
 
Now, we are planning to fly to Ireland in December, with my sister-and-law, who has a fear of flying just as bad, if not worse, than mine.  So, here’s where the economical part comes in, kids. 

We’re considering hypnosis, but do you have any other suggestions on how can we get rid of our fear of flying?