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After an almost four hour layover in Denver, Colorado, I boarded the plane for Portland at 5:30 p.m. on Tuesday evening.  What I didn’t realize at the time was:  there was a storm over the Rockies…and we were headed right into it.  Not sure what the pilot was thinking but as he tried to climb above the storm, the plane rocked furiously from side to side and up and down…much like a toy plane would do in the hands of a three-year-old.   The young woman seated beside me commented that she hoped she didn’t throw-up.  I replied that I hoped she didn’t either.  (Although I’ve been a Registered Nurse since 1978, I still don’t do throw-up very well)!

It was taking everything I had to manage my recently acquired airplane anxiety and I was not enjoying the scenario.  Passengers began pulling out cell phones although I didn’t see anyone turning them on.  I contemplated doing the same.  I wanted to be prepared in case I needed to say goodbye to loved ones…although I prayed it wouldn’t come to that!  I live a three to four day journey by automobile to all three of my grown-up children and their families, so I must fly.  My next journey is April 7th when I will fly to Louisville, Kentucky, to visit my older son and his family…and then, from Kentucky, on to Dallas for a visit with my younger son and his family.

Let’s hope I’ve forgotten this recent flight by then!

10 Responses to Stormy skies…

  • Laura says:

    There is nothing like a little turbulance to bring dire thoughts to mind. Imagine being in a 8-passenger Cessna with no bathroom and a large ice tea waiting to get out… Let me just say it was very painful…

    Glad you made it, and hope your future flights are less bumpy!!

    • Dianne says:

      That sounds rough! Don’t think any of us could have managed to get out of our seats OR down the aisle to the bathroom!

  • Farmlady says:

    I’m afraid that I would not want to get into an airplane again if I went through such turbulence. I don’t think that I would have thrown up, but I sure would have been frightened.
    Glad all went well.
    Sometimes flying is the only FAST alternative.

    • Dianne says:

      Thankfully, there are several weeks before my next flight! I miss my children and my grandchildren and they’re the reason I brave the skies. It’s safer than my attempting to DRIVE four days! 😉

  • Sunny says:

    There was a tiny bit of turbulance on our flight from Philidelphia to Manchester, England and it scared the begeezus outta me. It was my first flight EVER in an airplane.(I’ve ridden in helicopters a few times before and LOVED it, though…)

    Hope you have nothing but clear, blue skies for your flights ever after!!! xxx

    • Dianne says:

      I’ve never flown in a helicopter and not sure what I’d think about it, but I’d be willing to try it. I so want to see the U.K. but I know that will mean many more hours flying. Still, I will go given the chance!

  • Christine says:

    Poor you! The last few times I’ve been in a turbulent airplane I was with my young daughter who just thought it was great and like being at the funfair. She has total trust and no fear! Having a child next to you who is laughing their head off does help.

    • Dianne says:

      Christine, a laughing child sitting next to me would have been soooo much better than a woman who was about to throw up!!! 😉

  • Holy smokes! How terrifying!

    And yes, even with three kids and years of dealing with throwing up, I never do well with it. If the person next to me threw up, I’m afraid it would have been two of us. Yikes!

    Glad you landed safe and sound.

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