I deal with some pretty bad anxiety whenever I fly. I had a "friend" give me some Clonazapan to try on our upcoming trip to see if it helped with my anxiety. I took one pill on our way to the airport for our early morning flight to Utah. I remember getting through security and sitting down to breakfast, but that's the last thing I remember! Apparently, I went shopping (John ended up taking away my wallet), went to the bathroom (John was worried he was going to have to send someone in to find me), texted people (John took my phone away), and then John had to load 3 kids and me onto the airplane. While on the airplane I got upset that the stewardess didn't have Stroopwaffles for an inflight snack. And I did my makeup using my cell phone camera as a mirror. I guess it was after I did my makeup that I took this amazing selfie. Do I look stoned or what?! I have zero memory of any of this. The next thing I remember is my sister picking us up at the airport in Salt Lake. Moral of the story, don't do drugs. On the bright side, I had absolutely no anxiety. I'm just really glad my husband was there to babysit me when I tried this out . . . this could have been such a disaster if I was flying alone.
Note: on the way home I took a quarter of a pill and did much better. The anxiety was better, and I was still able to function.
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