As you read this I will be flying at about 30,000 feet, crammed into a tiny seat, just wishing I could land in Sofia already.
As I get older, flying seems to be harder and harder on my body. Flying home from Venice a few years ago, I was absolutely sure I had a blood clot in my leg. Freaked. Me. Out.
So now, I tend to choose an aisle seat over the more-comfortable-for-sleeping window seat. At least in the aisle seat I can stretch my legs a bit more. Downside is that I have to get up every five seconds so the people next to me who seem to have squirrel sized bladders can go relieve themselves. No joke, in all my travels I can count the number of times I have used an airplane restroom on one hand. Direct, 16-hour flight from New Delhi to Chicago? Zero. Don’t ask me how I managed that!
I have been loading up on Airborne and packed a little bag with in-flight necessities (ear plugs, eye mask, chapstick, more Airborne and eye drops). I inevitably get sick during or shortly after flying. I am hoping to prevent that this time.
I hope I packed everything I need, took care of everything I needed to at home, and I pray my flights go smoothly and safely.
Next time I post I will be bloggin’ from Bulgaria.
It’s about damn time!
Talk to ya’ll soon!