Waiting for take off from the Springfield airport. It is raining and cloudy...great!
As usual, I am scared. I hate to fly....
Boy, it is hot in this cabin. The heat is creeping up to my face. I'm sure my face is fire red.
I am on a 50 seater jet going to Cincinnati and I dread the take off.
The engines are revving now and we are starting the take-off.
Man, I don't like this feeling at all. I know that it is a control issue...beat, beat, beat...my heart.
I just put in my eat stopples so the noise won't be so bad.
O K, we are in the air. It is a little bumpy..OK, now it is real bumpy.
The pilot just came on and said we are at 13,000 feet and will climb to 21,000 feet. It is too bumpy and the plane is swaying a little. I hope that I don't get sick and puke my insides up.
God, I am so scared. Why is it always bumpy when I fly? Don't cry, don't cry.....
We are at 21,000 and it is still so bumpy that I can hardly write. I write through flights to take my mind off of the fact that I am in a little tube, flying through the air, wayyyyyy UP in the air, at WELL over 100 miles an hour. I have put my life in the hands of people that I don't even know. I think it would be nice to exit the plane and say, thanks for the flight, Bill. I have known you for such a long time and I know that you are a good pilot.
Man, it is still so hot in here and the plane is almost full. It is a little plane...too little for my taste.
EWEEEUEEE...what is that horrible smell. Damn, someone is passing gas. It must be that old guy across from me who is asleep.
The smell comes about every 10 minutes and really screws up my deep breathing exercise to relax.
Hasn't this guy ever heard of Beano??? gagg.... If I had a rubber band on me, I could tell him to use it on that special place!
I figure if I write fast enough that I will forget to be afraid. NOTTTT WORKINGGGG..
There's that awful smell again. I would like to wake that man up and tell him to go to the restroom!
O K. the deep breathing...2 breaths in through my nose and 4 out of my mouth......
Gag...I just breathed in that man's smell. Shoot.
We must be decending because my ears are hurting.
Yep, we are decending and going through storm clouds. Why can't it ever be smooth when I fly, Why?
Touch down...YEA! I'm almost home.
Oh great...The man with the gas problem just let one more fly...
I have gotten that smell in my nose and it will probably be a week before it is gone.
Taxing to the gate now. The smell is following us to the gate.
Thank you, God for getting me home safe.
SMELL and ALL.