Ya know, I kinda thought that since my daughter was growing older (she's almost 10), that this whole phobia thing where she is concerned would kind of let up and things might become easier... Boy was I wrong.. We often have a friend of hers tagging along with us to do fun stuff since she's an only child. It's not too much fun at this age to just tag along with mom or dad, you know? So, I have had 4 experiences in the past couple of months where I thought the friend who was with us was going to be sick and it freys my freaking nerves to hell. I don't deal with it very well. Soon these parents are going to not let their children hang out here becauseI am a f***ing fruit cake.
I will sum these experiences up quickly for some history. A couple of months ago I was driving my daughter and her friend Zoe to volleyball when I was rear ended. Zoe was very upset, I guess in shock. She turned green and thought she was going to be sick. (she had also just eaten FOUR bagels at my house prior to.. don't ask me, she was hungry I guess) I never thought I would make it home safely, asking her every minute the whole way back home if she was going to be sick or not.. Telling her it was important to let me know so that I could pull off the road if she needed me to. We made it home okay. Whew, thank God.
Then about a month ago we were going shopping and her other friend got a little car sick in my car. Never vomited, but asked for air and did not look good. Her mom was home sick, so I just panicked and assumed that she was getting whatever her mom had. Drove her straight home. She was crying. I thought it was because she was sick, but it was because I was crazy. Her mom recently asked me what the problem is...
Last weekend I took my daughter and her friend Alyssa on a bike ride. When we returned to the car Alyssa tells me her tummy hurts. (this time I handle it okay because my endorphins are still high from excercise I think) because although I was a little anxious, I didn't panic. She actually ended up staying the night.
So then yesterday comes... Alyssa's mom asked if we could watch her all day and over night. I said of course. It was hot and crappy here today and the kids were outside all day. Alyssa got a headache. I called her mom to ask what to do for her because the kids were supposed to go with my ex to a festival for the night. She told me to make her drink water and give her asprin. We left to meet the ex and I stopped to pick the girls up some food. At this time her headache was in her eye. When we got inside the resturant she immediately went to the bathroom and was there for a good 15 min. I sent my daughter to check on her. She was in the bathroom crying. She said she didn't get sick and was fine. I think she was afraid to tell me what was going on because this kid totally knows my deal. She wanted to eat a little. But she was shaking and kept saying she didn't feel good and wanted her mom. We were 20 min away from home and I was terrified to put her in my car. The ex came shortly after and drove her home (we ended up calling the grandma to come get her.) She called me 2 hours later and told me that she was fine. Just dehydrated from the heat and lack of water. She ate and rested and felt so much better.
What bothers me most is that I sat in that resturant seriously wanting to die. All I could think of is that I wanted to get in my car and drive it into a tree. I couldn't handle the feelings that I was having. Victor (fiance) asked me last night what it feels like (my panic) and the best explanation I could give is that the feeling people get when they are being startled that only lasts a second... It's like that startle feeling constant and magnified for as long as the anxiety lasts. I have descri



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