Therapy (Part 2)

So, yeah.  Flying. 
We got up at four a.m. that Friday morning and headed to the airport.  I got on the first plane fine.  By the time we landed in LA I was not doing well.  We had been in the very back seats which were very loud and very hot.  Evan asked if I was okay because I had blood vessels becoming visible all over my neck and my face was really red.
We got something to eat in LA (two bites then threw it away), and when I went to the bathroom I saw that my face was still very flushed.  When I heard the call for our flight to start boarding, I got up to walk with Evan closer to our gate.  Then I started having tunnel vision, and feeling like I was going to throw up, and feeling like I was going to pass out.  I had to lay down on some of the chairs.  I didn't think I was going to be able to get on that plane.  I think I had a full-on panic attack.  I took one of my stress mints (no, Evan, it doesn't matter if it's a placebo effect if it WORKS...it's a mind game either way) and laid there.  I tried getting up once and couldn't.  Then I tried again when the plane was almost completely boarded and made it behind the people with strollers.
I spent almost the whole six-hour flight with my head down on the tray. But we made it.  We were very happy to see Court and Jess when we got there.  :-)
Maui is beautiful; whales are beautiful; turtles are beautiful.  I never want to be on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean away from my children again.  For the record.
I probably would have enjoyed it a bit more if I hadn't still been hacking like crazy and feeling really tired from everything. 
I made it home, although I think the only thing that kept me going was having my kids on the other side.  The flight in from Denver was horrid and bumpy (the take-off was a white-out and the pilot had been coming back and looking out the windows before we took off), but I didn't care.  I kept saying, "They better get this plane off the ground; I am going home NOW."  Evan didn't care for that flight; I was fine on that flight.  I did learn never to book a flight that leaves at 11:15 at night again.  If one doesn't sleep on a plane, it just makes one even more jittery and tired.
My kiddos were very happy to see us.  Oh, I didn't mention that my parents got sick while we were gone, did I?  Yeah, that didn't help.  I was just so happy to be home. 
And that is the end of that story.  Maybe I'll update the last two months later.  :-)