TyRy
Part of the problem is I wear my shorts
- Joined
- Sep 12, 2004
OK - let's pretend for a moment that it's now a TR about our 2004 trip with both sets of parents to the WDW - cue crazy flashback music....
Now that we are back in 04 I need to explain that we were going to drive with my parents to Florida, until my dad figured out that he had enough credits on American for us all to fly - UH OH. So that's what we do. I haven't flown since 2000 so I'm totally freaked out. What's a girl to do Call the doctor and get some "happy pills" to make flying easier. She gives me Valium and says it'll work - and I believed her!
So it's the night before we fly, I think I'll start on the happy pills now as I'm already freaking out and can't sleep and we have to be up at 4am. Well it might have worked, EXECPT that our dog chose that night to become ill, so I was up with her...I think adrenaline wiped out any effects of the pill. I hated leaving her even, but my sister reassured me she would take could care of her and have her at the vet when the opened the next day.
So off to O'Hare we go. Hey - I think I'll take another supposed happy pill - afterall, now I'm tired so it should really work. We get through security and everything and I'm not feeling anything....perhaps a drink would help (NOTE - do not try this at home!) EXECEPT - airport bars are not open at 6am - what?! Come one - work with me!!! So DH and my DP's decide to get breakfast and I should eat something...ummm yeah right. I sat and picked at a bagel while they ate and the unhappy pills were still not working!
Here's a couple of pics that DH snapped that should set the mood:
If you look closely in the above picture you can almost make out the bagel I destroyed by picking out the inside and eating little bites
My dad was really amused by me!!! So we board the plane and the sugar pills (which I'm now convinced they are) have not worked and I'm silently freaking out...I'm much worse on takeoff than on landing. My DP's are in front of us and DH is next to the window (so he gets sucked out first of course!) and I'm on his other side. The flight attendants buckle in and we had one next to us in the jump seat. She takes one look at me in my sunglasses and scared to death face and very sternly asks if we have a problem. My Dad starts cracking up and DH wants to try and crawl out onto the wing of the plane. DH simply explains I'm really scared and that I would be fine once we've been in the air for awhile. So the FA still keeps talking about how her daughter is scared and Mark has to tell her politely she can keep talking but I'm just in my own little world of fright and nothing can bring me out. HEY - if Kevin Sorbo came and sat down next to me I'd knock it off instantly, but since that didn't happen - I stayed in my world. OH and my dad is still laughing through this whole thing!
So I make it through the flight and we land. We get into the rental car and start driving. We check into our offsite hotel for one nite, gran some food and then drive to WDW to show my parents. We soon see the purple arch we all love so much. DH is expecting me to be bouncing out of my seat, but alas, the stupid pills finally start to work about six hours too late
I point and say we're here...DH cracks up and says he knew they weren't sugar pills and look how mellow I am now...yeah lots of good it did on the way there!
Cue music moving us back to the present.......
So now you know my fun story of my last time flying...darn pills didn't really work on the way home either! So I'm going to have to get something different and much stronger. I think my adrenaline of fear can overcome Valium too easily!
Ty
Now that we are back in 04 I need to explain that we were going to drive with my parents to Florida, until my dad figured out that he had enough credits on American for us all to fly - UH OH. So that's what we do. I haven't flown since 2000 so I'm totally freaked out. What's a girl to do Call the doctor and get some "happy pills" to make flying easier. She gives me Valium and says it'll work - and I believed her!
So it's the night before we fly, I think I'll start on the happy pills now as I'm already freaking out and can't sleep and we have to be up at 4am. Well it might have worked, EXECPT that our dog chose that night to become ill, so I was up with her...I think adrenaline wiped out any effects of the pill. I hated leaving her even, but my sister reassured me she would take could care of her and have her at the vet when the opened the next day.
So off to O'Hare we go. Hey - I think I'll take another supposed happy pill - afterall, now I'm tired so it should really work. We get through security and everything and I'm not feeling anything....perhaps a drink would help (NOTE - do not try this at home!) EXECEPT - airport bars are not open at 6am - what?! Come one - work with me!!! So DH and my DP's decide to get breakfast and I should eat something...ummm yeah right. I sat and picked at a bagel while they ate and the unhappy pills were still not working!
Here's a couple of pics that DH snapped that should set the mood:
If you look closely in the above picture you can almost make out the bagel I destroyed by picking out the inside and eating little bites
My dad was really amused by me!!! So we board the plane and the sugar pills (which I'm now convinced they are) have not worked and I'm silently freaking out...I'm much worse on takeoff than on landing. My DP's are in front of us and DH is next to the window (so he gets sucked out first of course!) and I'm on his other side. The flight attendants buckle in and we had one next to us in the jump seat. She takes one look at me in my sunglasses and scared to death face and very sternly asks if we have a problem. My Dad starts cracking up and DH wants to try and crawl out onto the wing of the plane. DH simply explains I'm really scared and that I would be fine once we've been in the air for awhile. So the FA still keeps talking about how her daughter is scared and Mark has to tell her politely she can keep talking but I'm just in my own little world of fright and nothing can bring me out. HEY - if Kevin Sorbo came and sat down next to me I'd knock it off instantly, but since that didn't happen - I stayed in my world. OH and my dad is still laughing through this whole thing!
So I make it through the flight and we land. We get into the rental car and start driving. We check into our offsite hotel for one nite, gran some food and then drive to WDW to show my parents. We soon see the purple arch we all love so much. DH is expecting me to be bouncing out of my seat, but alas, the stupid pills finally start to work about six hours too late
I point and say we're here...DH cracks up and says he knew they weren't sugar pills and look how mellow I am now...yeah lots of good it did on the way there!
Cue music moving us back to the present.......
So now you know my fun story of my last time flying...darn pills didn't really work on the way home either! So I'm going to have to get something different and much stronger. I think my adrenaline of fear can overcome Valium too easily!
Ty