We woke up at 4:45am in order to make it to the Podunk airport, Memmingen, near Munich, on time for our 10:36 departure. I took my "flying phobia" Xanax in the taxi on the way from the memmingen train station.
Normally, I am alone while traveling by air, and I always take it right before boarding, so I've never really noticed the effects of the Xanax on my functioning. In Memmingen we were on a tight schedule so I took it in the taxi, thinking it would be perfect as we were scheduled to leave in an hour. I failed to factor in the fact that I haven't taken it in about 9 months and the 30 minute flight delay. The result was me sitting next to a decorative plant, which had its spiney foliage covering at least half my face and me sitting there, trying not to nod off and acting like nothing was amiss because I was trying to "play it cool" for my friend, Emily.
I think I also may have walked to the bathroom, bent sideways, and with my elbow crooked in the air. Emily informed me of this fact. So, I guess the moral of the story is that Xanax actually is quite strong, and people notice when you take it. Good to know.
In the end, we boarded the plane and I was out before take-off. And because of the delay, I was relatively coherent by the time we were landing. We easily caught a bus into the city, found our hostel, and retired to a pub for a beer for companion and cider for me. It was perfect. But more on Edinburgh's perfection next time.
Normally, I am alone while traveling by air, and I always take it right before boarding, so I've never really noticed the effects of the Xanax on my functioning. In Memmingen we were on a tight schedule so I took it in the taxi, thinking it would be perfect as we were scheduled to leave in an hour. I failed to factor in the fact that I haven't taken it in about 9 months and the 30 minute flight delay. The result was me sitting next to a decorative plant, which had its spiney foliage covering at least half my face and me sitting there, trying not to nod off and acting like nothing was amiss because I was trying to "play it cool" for my friend, Emily.
I think I also may have walked to the bathroom, bent sideways, and with my elbow crooked in the air. Emily informed me of this fact. So, I guess the moral of the story is that Xanax actually is quite strong, and people notice when you take it. Good to know.
In the end, we boarded the plane and I was out before take-off. And because of the delay, I was relatively coherent by the time we were landing. We easily caught a bus into the city, found our hostel, and retired to a pub for a beer for companion and cider for me. It was perfect. But more on Edinburgh's perfection next time.
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