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March 29, 2004

My Anxiety

Today go-Daddy-O was 20 minutes late picking me up after work, which is unusual, and as I was standing on the street corner, I couldn't stop myself from envisioning my husband and baby in some kind of horrible car accident. Buses and cyclists and SUVs zoom by. Where the hell are they? Breathe in, breathe out. There they are, finally.

Then when I get home, I start scratching this dry, red spot that's been on my arm for a couple of months. All of a sudden, I'm in a state of panic. Is this eczema, or the beginning of skin cancer? A Google search turns up all sorts of descriptions: multi-coloured moles, wart-like bumps, open sores. Here's one: a persistent red, scaly patch. Yup, that's exactly what I have.

I feel my anxiety welling up in my chest, and then move up my neck. I really have to write the will. And get that optional life insurance. I need to find my physiotherapy receipts and update my address on all of my bills. I need to backup the computer files and burn the baby pictures to disc. What else? Get new cheques, buy new glasses. Start a new business. Of course, all of this seems impossible, especially since I'm working all day and I'm exhausted when I get home. And we have all of this crap still sitting in boxes.

Some people drink. Some people meditate. I usually have a meltdown and cry and/or yell at my husband. So what do you do to curb your anxiety?

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Eat chocolate, of course. Only tonight, the Kit Kat I bought was anything but satisfying so it sits, half eaten, in my bag. I've never heard of a "half eaten" chocolate bar...

Don't forget orthodics...I still don't have mine either.

Posted by: penny | Mar 29, 2004 10:22:07 PM

I screamed at 25 overly-noisy university students in a courtyard tonight. They were in complete shock. But oddly, deafeningly quiet after our encounter. I have a VERY long fuse but when I finally go off...WHAMMO!

Posted by: go-Daddy-O | Mar 29, 2004 10:44:09 PM

Crying works good for me too. Otherwise I scream at the kids and complain to the husband. Then end the day by feeling guilty and not being able to fall to sleep. :)

Posted by: Candi | Mar 30, 2004 4:55:00 PM

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