No getting back on that horse.
Never say never, but as a general rule I avoid going up in the air for any reason.
Here’s a cute story: Almost 20 years ago this one doctor I saw on a first-and-only-time visit (trying to get an order so I could have massage therapy for my messed-up shoulder) got REALLY upset with me for admitting that I was a drunk. I was like, “So...I’m not supposed to tell the truth, here?” I didn’t make a follow-up appointment and she told me (angrily) to see an orthopedist about my shoulder. (The orthopedist had told me to see this doctor. Haha. Story of my life.)
So I slunk away with my tail between my legs. A couple of years later, with my shoulder still bothering me, I happened to notice an article in the local news about this doctor.
She had died in a ballooning accident out over the Pacific Ocean, trying to set a record. I guess she went missing. She had an unusual last name so I knew it was her and not some other adventuresome gal.
Ah, those existential moments! *drinks*