I really just need to vent about my weekend. I can't calm down. My whole weekend was just one panic attack after the other. I couldnt' control it. I even got so freaked out that I called into work yesterday. I like don't want to leave my house. Sunday night I was sleeping and just woke up in a panic in the middle of the night. I don't know what happened. I really thought I was going to v*. Then I keep thinking about it and started shaking and just couldn't stop. Then I finally fell back asleep and tried to get up and go to work in the morning and thought I was going to be sick on the way there so I called in. I can't let this control my life like that, but I dont know how. So, I come into work today and I'm talking to this girl. I told her I feel better, blah blah blah, and she starts telling me about how she usually gets the sv about every other year and this is her year to get it. Then she goes into detail about how horrible it is. Where she dry heaves and pretty much throws her back out and all this crap, so its like, great, now I feel bad again. I'm worrying about when she's gong to get sick and if the whole office is going to catch it. I really just wanna tell everyone about my fear and everyone understand and not ever talk about it around me again. I'm just not doing good.