A 13-hour flight for a nervous flyer may seem like a monumental (and foolish) undertaking, but with the help of an Ativan prescription , good book recommendations and a key aisle seat position, the task was actually not so terrible.
The worst part of AF254 was boarding – walking through the Premium Economy section with wide, fully-reclining seats before being hit with the pitiful reality of my cattle car-like 39E in Economy. I chose the seat on check-in because it looked like no one had yet chosen the seat to its right. Bingo, bango. Except when I get to 39E, 39D is in fact occupied and my new neighbor looks a good 7 inches wider than the seat she sits in, spilling over (and under) the arm rest into my seat territory. I prepare for battle.
All for naught. She appeared to be well aware of her body and kept her elbows and arms on her side of the border. Goes without saying she was European. An American of the same build would claim his/her rightful domain, plus all surrounding disputed and shared areas, with no apologies. It would have been miserable. But, no. Good flight, good food, got some sleep and arrived on time in Singapore around 3 pm local time.
Only issue was swelling in my feet. Has this happened to anyone else on a long haul flight? I got up to walk around a few times (since my mother had me convinced I was going to get a blood clot), but when we landed, I noticed my feet had ballooned and my ankle bones had disappeared. Hoping it goes away…
Taxi to Joanna’s, unpack, and shower.