you can take a pill for that

I just touched up my fingernails, so I'm putting out this full disclosure, if there are typing errors it is because I'm not typing normal for fear of ruining the polish. 

Mr. Wonderful (my husband) and I will be celebrating 30 years of wedded bliss togetherness come September. We've been throwing around certain ways we could celebrate this milestone in our lives. I mentioned going to Kelley's Island for the week and just relaxing at a cabin. Not a good idea for Mr. Wonderful. (Selfishly thinking I would likely be able to get a lot of writing done while relaxing.)

So then I came up with, "Hey, why don't we go on a cruise? I want to go see the waters around the Turks and Caicos Islands." That could be an idea. But then we had to scratch it off our short list when we kept seeing all the reports of flu and sickness outbreaks on the cruise ships. Wouldn't that just be a horror to be stuck on a ship with hundreds of sick folks and no way to get away from it? 

Mr. Wonderful's idea makes my knees go weak and I start to sweat and I'm just not sure that I can even go there. You see he would like to fly to Vegas, rent a car and has a whole trip outlined from there. We would end up at the coast line of California after having toured the Grand Canyon and various other spots of interest.

My problem is two-fold. One, don't they claim California is going to fall off of the face of the earth at some point? I don't wanna be there when that happens. Two, you have to get on a plane to do that kind of traveling and I have an intense fear of flying. 

So, we have been going back and forth, and back and forth on this. 

Last night Mr. Wonderful and I were sitting in our living room, and I said, "Maybe we should just drive to Savanna, Ga and see our friends in North Carolina and tour the Biltmore Estate down there? Mr. Wonderful just shook his head. He is pretty set at this point and we have had so many conversations about this anniversary celebration, it is like an ongoing conversation where we just pick up where we last left off and we both know what we are talking about. So, I asked the million dollar question, "But what if we plan everything, purchase our tickets and decide to go do what you want to do and I just can't even visualize myself getting on a plane let alone actually driving to the airport, and getting on the darn plane and flying off into the sunset?" 

Mr Wonderful didn't turn to look at me, nor did he bat an eyelash, the only thing that moved was his lips and I heard him quietly say, "You can get pills for that." 

I guess I have a disease now, it is called "fear of flying", and Mr. Wonderful has figured out that I can take a pill for that. 

I'm not sure if I want to laugh or be hurt.

And wouldn't it be nice to be able "to take a pill for that" for other things? My mind starts to wander....

I would love to hear how others have conquered their fear of flying without getting drugged up, or then if you take drugs for your fear of flying...how does it make you feel? I'm just a little bit apprehensive about everything at this point.