I’m six miles from home when suddenly panic sets in. The voices in my head begin to argue.
“I gotta turn around! I can’t go all day like this!”
“Yes, you can. You’ve done it before.”
“But it was terrible! The shakes….the worry… I can’t do it!”
“But you have to go get a few things at the store. There isn’t time to go back.”
“I’ll go after work.”
“You hate going after work. It so crowded.”
“Just keep going. You’ll be okay.”
“No I won’t.” *lip quiver*
“Yes, you will.”
Stupid cell phone. Why didn’t you holler to me from downstairs before I left this morning? Where’s your loyalty??
So yes. Panic set it but I sucked it up. I’ll live. I’ll e-mail my texting freakazoids and let them know that my life support system is at home, comfy on the couch & smug at it’s day off. They all get e-mail alerts to their phones so nothing lost I guess. *shudders*
The worst part about this panic attack? I was worried the whole drive. “How can I let hubby know I don’t have my phone in case he wants something? The neighbors only have cell phones too – no land lines. I don’t know those numbers!! They’re all programmed in my phone! What can I do? E-mail someone that has his number so they can text him?”
This scenario played for a good 15 minutes before I figured out the dilemma.
“Gee, I guess I could pick up my work phone and call him, huh?” GAH!!