During the last leg of my most recent trip I experienced something new. It may have been the egg roll which was devoured as my plane flew down the runway prior to take off. Perhaps it was the terrified gentleman who sat to my right – who later told me it was the lack of control of his destiny that triggered his fear. Or, was it his buddy who sat to my left and stabbed at the poor man’s dignity until we were 15 min. into the air? Maybe the reason stemmed from the fact there were only 12 rows of seats and at 5 ft. 2 1/4 inches tall, I could touch both hands to the ceiling of the plane.
What ever the reason, I was sick. At first I thought, “Really? This is how my wonderful, rejuvenating and inspirational trip is going to end.” Then I began analyzing. What in the world would make me feel so dizzy and nauseated? Keep in mind that this was my fourth flight in less than 36 hours. Until this point I might have been a little nervous during the landings but I certainly was not physically ill. The plane was spinning and my stomach was churning. The oder of a nearby passenger made me want to let the cookies fly right there and then. Another scent flowed into my nostrils as the stewardess floated by…vanilla perfume or lotion or something, yuck! Get me a bag woman!
Then we began to approach my destination. We were ordered (seriously) to stow all belongings which left me with nothing to do the last 25 min. As the aircraft tipped forward my nerves were very much on edge. Then the woman walked by and demanded, “turn that thing off!!” She didn’t catch on to the fact that I had nervously been flinging the end of my ear buds in the air…they weren’t attached to anything. When the landing gear, located directly beneath me, came out I nearly jumped out of my seat. That put the icing on the cake…I really wanted off that plane and PRONTO!
I was then questioning the angle at which the DC 9 was sitting. Desperately, I looked back and forth between the windows trying to see lights on the ground. I’m not sure what the poor guy next to me was thinking but I was trying my best to disguise my concern. All I could see was clouds, or was it fog? Were we about to dive right into earth? Where were we? Someone please come over the intercom and say it’s all ok. I don’t dare get up and head towards the bathroom. The airplane nazi would surely get me! LOL!
Finally, I saw lights on the ground. The more we left the clouds, the better I felt. I’ll grant an egg roll just before flight probably wasn’t the smartest move. However, I’ve eaten on flights prior to this occurrence without problem. The second flight we were told the landing approach would be a bit bumpy as visibility was very low and there was rain. I’ll admit I was nervous…is it ever a good thing for the pilot to warn you of possible problems and doing so while stuttering? But I remained calm the whole time.
Egg roll aside, the only common thread is the darkness and inability to see the ground. Is there a word for being scared of night flying? Well, if there isn’t we need to come up with one to help described my experience while in seat 9C!
Happy Thursday! Oh, and watch out for seat 9C.