June 21, 2010
Phobias and fears- Flying from abroad
By the time I get on the plane, I am smiling innately and madly at everyone. The cabin attendant could tell me trousers were on fire and I would just smile back and talk gibberish. What is the cause of my paranoia? I have also developed IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome) this usually effects women but not one to follow the crowds I suffer from it. The symptoms are stomach pains, bloating and gas (farts or "flatulence"), the cause is thought to be stress and bad diet. The other day, I went for a Thia massage lasting 1 hour. It was 1,000 rubles. Its an aggressive form of massage where a Thia girl, so thin that she looks as if she has not eaten for a week, beats you with god like strength to massage your entire body, pulling you in every direction. This is fine in a masochistic rough kind of way, but if you have IBS, it's not so fun. I spent one hour clenching my buttocks to retain a fart that would have been herd in Minsk if I had released it. Keeping them in is painful its just lucky I am not a vicar, a conductor or other such job that requires silence and seriousness. When I left the massage center I let rip, I am sure the surrounding blocks shook but it felt good to finally have gas relief.
Flying is stressful and even worse when you have a busy airport, screaming kids, miserable airport staff and rude cabin attendants. However its good to get away from my self imposed exile and to breath clean air and be in a different place to now. Who knows my IBS may ease up?
Labels: Flying from abroad