HI SA!! I MISS YOU!!

HI MEARA!! I MISS YOU TOO!

I am up too late, which is a pain in the ass; I was drinking with a friend tonight and hit the bed early, like 9:30, which I was happy about because I really could have used the sleep; but I woke up around midnight desperately wanting a glass of water and being annoyed by the drippy, unending hell of the gutter outside. And now I'm exhausted, but can't turn off my brain. Why, improbable deity, why?

vw, all the best to you. We're pulling for you, girl.

I think if we'd have tried to wait there, I might have some insight into your panic attacks. I'm glad we left when we did. But the people waiting cooed over the kids. Liv was wearing a cap a friend knitted for her and she looked like a mini Esther Williams.

Hee.

The panic attack is simple. Imagine how you would feel if you were in the mall, or church, or the 7-11, and turned and saw a bear. Now subtract the bear.

That fight or flight reaction just comes over me out of nowhere and for no apparent reason. It isn't even mood dependent, in my case. I will say, if I rush going somewhere, it's much more likely to happen. Conversely, if I have to wait (esp. in a line that doesn't seem to be moving) it's more likely to happen.

Oh dear, I didn't mean to kill the thread.

~ma to ND!

You're going to do great, sweetie.

My first panic attack scared the crud out of me. I had no idea what was going on. Now that I know the signs, I'm better able to keep myself out of those situations, though there is no way I could list my triggers right now. I mean, sometimes it is crowds, but I also have no problem working my way through a mosh pit or dealing with the crush at the front of a stage. Weird.

Actually that word describes my mood today - weird. Work is finally looking more optimistic, softball season has started, baseball season is around the corner...if I ignore certain other issues, life is looking pretty good these days.

interview ma~~~ND

Good luck with your interviews, ND.

Suzi, I know what you mean.

Good luck, ND honey! They will love you. How can they not?

I am thisclose to finishing up my applications for graduate school. Holy crapola batman! I'm not sure which is worse, fretting about the quality of my app or waiting to hear back from the school!

Go SA! You can be my inspiration for finishing my one lame application that I should have sent last week.

Cindy, your post made me look up my original drabble on panic attacks. SO glad I haven't had one in awhile. Hang in there.

Oh, Kristin, where is that drabble? It was so spot on, I felt like I wrote it.