Up, up and afraid

My holiday has been approved, so it’s all systems go for Edinburgh. I’ve agreed to work Sunday and Monday nights as Bank Holiday cover, and then it’s off to the airport and away.
I’ve started packing already. It shouldn’t take too long – I’ve lost so much weight this year that I only have three items of clothing that fit me, two of which are socks.
My next task is to psyche myself up for the flight. Last time I sweated more than a sprinter in a sauna, drank about a litre of wine and still had three heart attacks during the landing. I was going to get some self-hypnosis books out of the library, but I haven’t been in there since Donna broke my heart, and I’m not sure how I’d react if I saw her. Maybe she’d see my new svelte figure and realise she’d made a mistake, or maybe I’d burst into tears and refuse to leave the building til she kissed me. Either way, I’d rather not face that situation just now thanks. So it’s will power, tranquilisers and advice from ‘AviophobicsUnited.com.’ One woman in the forum says she gets over her fear by imagining herself as a bubble of light, floating on a rainbow that is held and protected by God.
Sometimes I hate the internet so much I could vomit.

RC 4-9-09