I would consider the Benadryl solution. Try a quarter of a pill if you are that sensitive. But don’t underestimate the power of your anxiety.
I hate plane travel or any kind of travel that involves being somewhere at a specific time. It’s the TSA that makes things really bad. You never know when the lines will be long and make you late. Once I get past the lines, I totally relax. I know I’m going to make the plane. But we have no control over lines, and that means the terrorists have won. They have increased the level of anxiety about travel by a horrendous amount. A terrorist amount.
I now know that if I have to get up early, I’m not going to sleep. That’s all there is to it. I give up. I try not to travel much, and when I do, I try to travel by car. I just had a trip yesterday that involved a time sensitive meeting, which, even though by car, made me anxious. It turned out it wasn’t nearly as time sensitive as they made it sound, but did they feel like telling us that? Of course not.
And I’m anxious today, too, because I have a presentation that I organized. I’m not even doing the talking and I’m anxious. But then, I’ve been anxious for a few days now. Probably my brain. Lack of sunlight. Hopefully it’ll go away before a few weeks have passed, otherwise, more drastic action may be required.
The unknown is scary, and even in our daily lives, we may be unable to control things. I don’t like surprises any more. I know I have to surf the wave of surprise, and I know I’ll do all right, but for the moment, my sense of humor seems to have deserted me.
I think that’s the other thing we need: humor. Try to laugh at ourselves for being so up tight. I mean, it’s absurd that we take these stupid things so seriously. Fuck! I’ve missed the last train out of the Soviet Bloc and lived to tell the story. ‘Course, I was a lot younger then. But just thinking about that makes my anxiety subside a little.