I found a new way to get around agoraphobia today.

[EFerrari]

(Actually, not sure if it is agoraphobia. It couId just be a bunch of anxiety from messed up chemistry.) I HAD to get to my doc's appointment to get the meds that would give me back the brain that knows better and doesn't stress so much. :silly:

Didn't want to take the street car -- might be late! Didn't want to call a cab, $ AND sometimes they are really late, too. Didn't want to drive downtown -- what if I got lost? That left flying and there seemed to be no wings anywhere.

So, I asked, "If I were me, what would I do?!" LOL. And, it worked. I drove and did fine and nothing exploded and ha, I have my meds now.

This weekend: Beth Surges into San Jose for Mothers' Day. I have two days to figure out how to manage the freeway with a hyper puppy in the back seat.

This thing, whatever it is, seems to be a worry about not managing and seems to go away the first time the whatEVER is managed.

I'm taking my Blackberry so if I log into DU from a roadside rest stop, you'll know I'm still figuring it out. :)

[knowbody0]

1. I love you!

and have given myself that same advice many times. I have in my purse three tablets for emergency "attacks", that also seems to make me braver. Onward, my friend.

[EFerrari]

2. Indeed, onward! Tonight a friend from SoCal that I never get to see

called me from downtown San Francisco. Aha, ya bastards, I can already do this one! So, I went and picked her up, we had a nice dinner and talked politics a mile a minute. Then I dropped her to the subway so she could get to the airport on time.

The B-mod gods working overtime with me. :) :hi:

[Exultant Democracy]

3. "If I were me!" I love it. Have a nice trip.

[Rising Phoenix]

4. way to go!

I hope I get that brave someday....:hi:

[EFerrari]

5. It wasn't bravery, believe me, it was desperation.

I needed my meds!

And speaking of agoraphobia, did I ever tell you the story of my kids making me late for work? They were in middle school and having a lot of trouble because there had just been a divorce. I commuted 60 miles away.

I also was wrestling with my good buddy, the panic disorder.

One morning, my son dragged his feet and was generally jerky and it got later and later. By the time I got them to school and got on the freeway, I was late as hell. And proceeded to feel a panic attack coming on.

And, I realized that I was so FURIOUS that I wanted to MURDER my kid. But that's illegal and messy, so I had a panic attack instead. :shrug: