Y'all, I pray you never have to deal with claustrophobia like this...

Next Sunday morning (weather permitting), we fly back to Houston and I'm already having panic attacks where I can't breathe. Maybe it'd be easier in a larger plane but crammed into these little tiny commuters is just awful for me. There's hardly any room and it just feels like everything is closing in on me and suffocating me.

I'm already having to do controllled breathing and force myself to stay (relatively) calm and it's still 5 days away...

p.s. We just had a 3 day weekend. Saturday, John was in so much pain that he was pretty much incoherent all day. Sunday, it was like he'd never been sick - he even shovelled the driveway. Yesterday, he was so nauseous he couldn't eat & spent the entire day between the couch & the bathroom.... Those aren't good odds for him travelling next Sunday....