Jason_Els
Screenwriter
- Joined
- Feb 22, 2001
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God I get them and they suck!! I've been to the ER 2x and to the doctor's once for panic attacks. I would have sworn I'm having a heart attack. It's THAT real. When I was driving to the hospital I worried that I would pass out at the wheel and just kept picturing one of our local car dealers who DID have a heart attack at the wheel and was found dead, OnStar wasn't even called until the airbag went off.
Two of these situations were caused directly by work circumstances and the third I don't know. The third time the doctor gave me Xanax and I always keep them with me no matter what. Just having them helps me because I know I can use them if I have to and that reduces the stress.
Today though has been very high stress. With New York on alert I worry about my family who lives there and I worry about my little neck of the woods which is part of the Indian Point nuclear reactor evacuation zone (a joke if there ever was one). I've gotten a cell phone and have a bug-out bag in my car. I go about my daily business but I feel like it's a charade. It seems I'm no Mrs. Miniver.
Just so much sorrow right now. Pending war, the collapse of NATO and the worst relations we've ever had with our allies, terrorist threats, the Columbia disaster, paying off Christmas bills, a change in my work schedule, a car that is having annoying problems, two parents with health issues, and lousy mental health coverage. It just blows. Thank God for good pills!
Two of these situations were caused directly by work circumstances and the third I don't know. The third time the doctor gave me Xanax and I always keep them with me no matter what. Just having them helps me because I know I can use them if I have to and that reduces the stress.
Today though has been very high stress. With New York on alert I worry about my family who lives there and I worry about my little neck of the woods which is part of the Indian Point nuclear reactor evacuation zone (a joke if there ever was one). I've gotten a cell phone and have a bug-out bag in my car. I go about my daily business but I feel like it's a charade. It seems I'm no Mrs. Miniver.
Just so much sorrow right now. Pending war, the collapse of NATO and the worst relations we've ever had with our allies, terrorist threats, the Columbia disaster, paying off Christmas bills, a change in my work schedule, a car that is having annoying problems, two parents with health issues, and lousy mental health coverage. It just blows. Thank God for good pills!