I used to fly vaguely frequently, and, for the most part, I did get used to it. But I spent many years not flying at all and the next time I got on a plane, my fear was greater than it had ever been. I'm not really sure why. I knew that I would be nervous on the flight across the Atlantic, and I took the Xanax for that, but by pure happenstance, I had to fly to Alabama (through Charlotte) a week or so after I got back from England. I figured that it was two hour-and-a-half-long legs and that I would be fine, but I was absolutely freaked out. Fortunately, I had brought some just in case, but it didn't kick in until the first leg was done. That was honestly one of the worst experiences of my life. I would probably rather have another root canal than do that again.