you can see i'm in no shape for driving

Aug 22, 2007 22:53


Okay, so I just mainlined the first gazillion issues of Runaways and...it is completely and totally wonderful. Although I didn't see that thing coming. Or that other thing. Or...yeah, any of it, actually. Just... <3

Although I was mostly reading just to keep away from this low-grade anxiety thing which actually exploded...right after I finished the first series.


So a couple of weeks ago--just before vacation--I ran into my old Starlite manager. We exchanged pleasantries and all that, and when she left I remembered that she'd had an aneurysm a few months back--and survived. Which is not something a lot of people who have aneurysms actually do.

So I did the brilliant thing. I wiki'd it. And discovered that there are no symptoms so of course--insert crazy mental leap here--I have one and I'm could pop off at any time.

Well, that sort of went away over the ensuing weeks. But the other day, my heart felt like it kind of skipped a beat, and so I wiki'd heart attacks.

Wow, worst idea ever. So I've spent the last few days convinced that I've got a heart defect or heart disease (I really have to stop eating like shit), and because of that I've been way too conscious of my heartbeat, which makes me nervous, which makes me feel like my heart is pounding, which makes me think there is something wrong with me and...hi. Welcome to crazytown. ;)

Anyway, Mom (bless her and her degree in psychology) talked me down from the major panic attack I just had, and I'm more or less okay now. I've got an appointment with a psychologist on Thursday and a regular physical appointment on Tuesday, so hopefully between the two I'll get sorted out.

Ahaha, I just wiki'd panic attacks. Lo! Everything I think is wrong with me is...a symptom of a panic attack. Whaddayaknow. *sigh*

We now return you to your regularly scheduled rambly, non-panicky livejournal.

Anyway, I am going to work on fics and possibly learn to crochet if I can't get my mind into a happy place. *shrug*

PS: On the happy-place front: Is it just me or did Chase have a total thing for Topher? See?

hypochondria, comics, life

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