written: May 6th
Photo of the day:
Super sleepy Josey who destroyed David’s napping area to make it better and softer for her enjoyment. ::chuckles::
Well it’s been ages since I have been that close to a full blown panic attack, but damn, I came so damn close today at Wal-Mart.
I was already edgy because David decided that tomorrow we are doing
to a huge guitar show in Dallas with our neighbors, Ken and Paula. See,
this is why my husband shouldn’t be left at the house alone during the
week. Yesterday, he saw Ken doing yard work and went over to tell him
we were sorry we didn’t make the wedding. And Ken told David about this
MASSIVE guitar show and David thought it would be awesome for us to tag
along. ::grumbles::
And we are scraping the bottom of the barrel when it comes to food at
the house, so there really is no way we could put off a trip to
Wal-Mart. I was picking up two items on one of the aisles when I made
eye contact with a man that I recognized, but didn’t know where I
recognized him from. He recognized me as well, and spoke to me. And
god, the panic and the fear that rose up in me. I’m not sure WHY. I
know now that I know him from work. He’s the maintenance guy who
trapped all the rats that were in my office due to the PTA’s food they
were storing there.
But I couldn’t place him in the moment. And then my husband showed
up with the cart and I wanted nothing more than to flee away from this
guy (even though he did nothing wrong), and then this couple came up
behind David and blocked us in.
Fear feels like a rabbit in my chest. It’s death scream was lodged
in my throat and I couldn’t breathe because I knew if I opened up my
mouth, it could come rushing out. And it was running around inside my
chest, my heart racing to keep up. It’s been ages since I’ve been that
close to losing it all. I just wanted to bolt and leave it all behind.
And now I’m home and am wanting to eat everything we have bought
because we actually have FOOD in the house once again. It’s crazy. I’m
not even hungry, but it’s the fact that it’s HERE. It’s an OPTION. I
just want to stuff my face. ::laughs::
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