I typed all this up, but then lost it, so here's the condensed version.
I have severe panic attacks. They are even moreso when a situation comes up that I am totally not expecting and am not prepared for.
Today, by FAR was the worst one yet and I'm both disgusted with myself and with not being able to handle changing situations, even with meds. I feel like I'm back to day 1, even before the Xanax and the long term meds.
This is the situation:
Well, today was my test and I passed, but just barely. Dh calls me just after I woke up telling that my car died on the highway, wayyy up in Mt. Airy. (sp)
I'm worried about him, and about my Mustang, and he's sitting up in the exit lane of highway 52 halfway in the lane and the car can't move. It is DOA, period and I'm over an hour away and barely awake.
So, ya'll can tell what happens next, right? Yup, big, huge fat panic attack followed by my next lovely symptom of vertigo, which I was already feeling before dh called.
Halfway up, I had a severe blood sugar drop, which almost caused me to wreck the van, and we pulled off the highway and I got a 7 up to get some sugar into my system since I didn't have a chance to eat before we left.
We finally got to where DH was broken down on the side of the road, and while I was getting the van to bump the Stang to a safer place on the exit, we nearly got hit by a jerk who just HAD to cut in front of us limping out of the exit lane!
I couldn't believe that in the 2 hours it took to get there, that he got passed by, with him PUSHING the car uphill at almost 90 degrees, by 2 highway patrol cars, 3 sherriff's officers, 2 firetrucks AND an EMS unit.
I can believe it now,after seeing that guy pass us on the left hand side to cut into the exit lane!
So I'm stressed out, wiped out, feel like I have the flu and I can't even think about how much it's going to cost to fix the Stang, if we can....I shouldn't be attached to a car, but she was my baby.
The only postitive out of this is that DH is going down with his dad tomorrow to buy a new "used" Prius, which we've been putting off doing, but now since the Stang has broken down for the 4th time, ( and has been repairable till now) we've just been delaying a new car until we could pay for in full, but we don't have that choice now, since the van is a gas guzzler and the Stang got 38 MPG daily. ( No, I have no idea how it gets that great of a gas milage on a V-6 engine, but she did.)
So, that was my day today. I just want to pull the covers over my head and just sleep for a week right now.
Thanks for letting me vent. This day has been like a bad dream.
I have severe panic attacks. They are even moreso when a situation comes up that I am totally not expecting and am not prepared for.
Today, by FAR was the worst one yet and I'm both disgusted with myself and with not being able to handle changing situations, even with meds. I feel like I'm back to day 1, even before the Xanax and the long term meds.
This is the situation:
Well, today was my test and I passed, but just barely. Dh calls me just after I woke up telling that my car died on the highway, wayyy up in Mt. Airy. (sp)
I'm worried about him, and about my Mustang, and he's sitting up in the exit lane of highway 52 halfway in the lane and the car can't move. It is DOA, period and I'm over an hour away and barely awake.
So, ya'll can tell what happens next, right? Yup, big, huge fat panic attack followed by my next lovely symptom of vertigo, which I was already feeling before dh called.
Halfway up, I had a severe blood sugar drop, which almost caused me to wreck the van, and we pulled off the highway and I got a 7 up to get some sugar into my system since I didn't have a chance to eat before we left.
We finally got to where DH was broken down on the side of the road, and while I was getting the van to bump the Stang to a safer place on the exit, we nearly got hit by a jerk who just HAD to cut in front of us limping out of the exit lane!
I couldn't believe that in the 2 hours it took to get there, that he got passed by, with him PUSHING the car uphill at almost 90 degrees, by 2 highway patrol cars, 3 sherriff's officers, 2 firetrucks AND an EMS unit.
I can believe it now,after seeing that guy pass us on the left hand side to cut into the exit lane!
So I'm stressed out, wiped out, feel like I have the flu and I can't even think about how much it's going to cost to fix the Stang, if we can....I shouldn't be attached to a car, but she was my baby.
The only postitive out of this is that DH is going down with his dad tomorrow to buy a new "used" Prius, which we've been putting off doing, but now since the Stang has broken down for the 4th time, ( and has been repairable till now) we've just been delaying a new car until we could pay for in full, but we don't have that choice now, since the van is a gas guzzler and the Stang got 38 MPG daily. ( No, I have no idea how it gets that great of a gas milage on a V-6 engine, but she did.)
So, that was my day today. I just want to pull the covers over my head and just sleep for a week right now.
Thanks for letting me vent. This day has been like a bad dream.