Note: Oh look! A memoir piece! 

Unlike the Florida piece, this is something I definitely need in the memoir. Perhaps this piece in particular isn't it, but something like this needs to be added in (probably under Family Relationships). Also, if there are more simple sentences and grammar errors than usual, that's because when I first began writing this, I was sleep deprived and worried. I had to keep an orphaned calf alive almost single-handedly, and that thing wasn't easy to take care of. Also, I figured I might put the stuff about Nebraska in a piece titled "Nebraska". I kept the stuff that happened in Nebraska before I arrived to Minnesota for context, but left out the stuff that went on when I returned to Nebraska after Minnesota. 

The day before I left for Florida, I admitted to my therapist, and even more so to myself, that I am very afraid of flying. I'm not sure why I am or when I started forming this fear, especially since when I was a little girl, flying was my favorite part of every trip. All I know is that now flying gives me a lot of anxiety, and no matter what I do, the fear only gets worse. No amount of plane science, common sense, statistics, sleeping pills, anti-anxiety pills, or therapy will probably cure this fear of mine, which makes it that much worse. 

Note: Y’all asked for it. Y’all got it. I’m not beating around the bush this time. This is really what Cystic Fibrosis puts me through on a regular basis. And, if this writing turns out to read like a rant and/or an angry letter, then I met my goal for this piece. Just let me know if you think I went too far so I don't get sued.

Note:New stuff starts page 50.