For as long as I can remember I have had phobias of vomit and earthquakes. And there is also the fear of missing out on things but that’s a topic for a whole other blog post.
I’ve never been puked on or anything like that so I have no idea where it comes from. But this fear at times can be seriously paralyzing. For instance, on our recent trip to Maui, there was a young girl sitting in the aisle seat across from us. I was on the left side of the airplane in the window seat next to Corey. He, a complete stranger and the aisle separated me from this girl and yet I happened to glance over and notice that she was holding her air sickness bag during take off. My stomach immediately knotted and I became still and quiet, palms sweating and nervous. My entire flight was ruined.
I must have looked over at her no less than 30 times every hour while trying to talk myself out of this irrational fear. The thoughts that went through my mind… “She won’t puke. She can’t. God wouldn’t do this to me. She just needed the bag to toss out her chewing gum. Oh whew, she’s sleeping now. She must be ok. Wait, what if she pukes IN her sleep and misses the bag completely? She is looking awfully pale now. OMG she moved! She’s gonna blow!!!”
There I was, curled up tightly in my seat, hoodie over the head, scarf around the mouth and nose and fingers in the ears just waiting for it to happen. Someone behind me would cough and my whole body would flinch so hard in my seat you would have thought a bomb went off in my lap. It was RIDICULOUS and I’m crazy! I know..
Best part… she never puked. We landed safely and after the fear was gone the anger set in. I was mad at myself for allowing this to happen. What the heck is wrong with me?
On that note! Here are some fun photos of our first use of the bbq. We rushed to make this purchase almost 3 weeks ago now and finally used it! Hip Hip Hooray!