What? No ranch dressing?
This looks amazing….I’m hungry and bored at the airport…can u tell?
Haha!!! For those who understand :) July 21st its all over :D
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Angry School Boy
Yesterday, I had an anxiety attack. It started when I left job #1 and was on my way to job #2. First there were the knots. These were knots that I truly believe no seasoned sailor could ever undo. I frequently have butterflies in my stomach, be it because of my husband or because I’m sincerely excited about what’s going to happen. I wasn’t worried. Then came all the other symptoms. I was sweating profusely (something I barely do even when I push my hardest during a workout), various parts of my body were tense, I had a white knuckle grip on my steering wheel and my heart was just pounding. My adrenal glands began working overtime causing me to become jittery. I hadn’t had one this bad in years…
I’m one of those people who rolls with the punches. The world could throw whatever they wanted to at me, and I would find a way to make it through optimistically and fairly unscathed, probably even in a better situation than before. But yesterday, apparently threw me for a loop for which I thought I would be ready. My mother-in-law was experiencing chest pain. Okay. Now, I’ve been expecting some sort of call like this. She has a rapid, progressive form of dementia that is incurable and obviously terminal. She’s not old. 53 years. My own parents are only 51. My great-grandmother died at age 92 of alzheimers. This shouldn’t be happening in the first place, but it is.
So, chest pain. Not only do I get this phone call, but I have to call my husband and ask him how he would wish to proceed should the EKG find anything truly wrong. No problem. I’ll have him call back in 5 minutes. The entire experience lasted all of 15 minutes, because the EKG was fine. No further action necessary. Yay! Crisis averted. The situation went smoothly and I was a rock!
Then comes my delayed reaction to the day and it takes most of my evening at job #2 to get it all out of my system. Through concentrating on work, my friends/coworkers making me laugh, and silly dancing behind the counter (mostly to work off the leftover adrenaline), I got passed this, but I know it’s going to happen again because I know I’ll get another phone call.
How does everyone else deal with high-anxiety situations?