I have a bit of an overactive imagination. I shared a bedroom with my sister when we were kids and she liked to take advantage of the fact that I was afraid of the dark. By the time she had fallen asleep each night I’d usually convinced myself (fuelled by her) that the giant teddy bear that sat in the corner of the room was actually a monster in disguise or some other random object was going to come alive to kill me, obviously I couldn’t get out of bed to put the light on to check because the floor was where the sharks were! I barely slept and that’s probably why to this day I don’t need much sleep. Although, I am a bit better in the dark these days, thankfully. Sharks though *shudder*.
There are no longer teddy bears trying to kill me, my fears have matured with me but that overactive imagination definitely still comes into play when I find myself facing fears. A big one, for me, is flying.
Here’s how my over active imagination worked on my most recent flight…
‘Right, you’ve got this’
2hours is nothing, you’ve been on longer runs, you’ve got this
Oh c’mon not the Safety Instructions they make me feel uncomfortable
Let’s be honest who even remembesr them, when the plane is going down, it will just be a crazy panic
Oh god, Oh god, Oh god I hate this part
Arrrgh we’re going up
Please stay up, stay up, keep going up
Oh god did we just drop
I’m going to die
Finally, flying altitude reached…..and chill…
But how does something this big actually stay in the sky
What if it falls down…
What are the actual chances… I wish I could google the stats right now
Oh god, turbulence, was that an engine failing
I’m quite lucky maybe I’d survive..who survives a plane crash?…I might though
Eek what if we crashed at sea, I’m not a great swimmer
Oh god, the sharks would eat me
I can see the headlines now ‘Woman survives plane crash, only to be eaten by great white.
You are flying from Scotland to Iceland you idiot, there are no great whites. How can you be sure though?
Why is my sister having a panic attack now?! I can’t help her, how can I help her. Ok we’re not going to die, we’re not going to die. Millions of people fly everyday!
Yes, can I have a double vodka, Thanks…
I’m not advising you to drink alcohol, but it definitely helps(me).
Oh the return leg (pun intended) had some added excitement too…
I slid on some ice the day before we flew back so I was taking a few souvenirs home in the form of a bruised hip, butt cheek and a sore knee.
What if the fall has caused a blood clot
Are my legs swelling up
I might be dehydrated, does that make blood clots more likely?
What is that bubbling sensation in my legs?
Oh god I’ve definitely got a blood clot
I’m going to die
Maybe I’ll go for walk, keep moving
Oh no, does walking make the clot travel
I’ll go to the toilet and check my bruises
Is that a lump?
Are my legs swollen or just fat?
Damn I should have asked Donna in here with me to check
Why is she having a panic attack? I can’t help her, I’ve got a blood clot! Arrrrgh!
Why do I insist on flying, I hate flying and now I’m going to die because of flying.
Are my legs bubbling again? What is that?
If it’s not blood clots do I have some neurological condition
I need to google this
I need medical attention
Yes, can I have water please, thanks…
I hope I’ve not put you off going on trips with me, I’m a hoot, honest!
Do you have anxiety when you fly?
What are you afraid of?
Thanks for reading😊
Have a great day❤️