From Suck to Sox! A day in the life of.....
Me. Well, a small part of the day of the life of me.
The small part that grabs me on the daily and tries to yank me downward, though I try and fight it, things sneak up on me and floor me from time to time. I guess some people would call these panic attacks. I don't know what I call them but they certainly are disturbing.
These 'attacks' certainly aren't on the same topic all the time but most revolve around this little guy.
He feels like my child.
Not just like my baby or my kitty or my mouse, but like as if he was born of my DNA.
I can't help being scared of losing him from time to time.
I guess this is what a parent feels about their real children and becomes their absolute focal point from time to time.
Like I said, I'm not sure what brings on these thoughts = my negative thoughts, but today it might of had to do with the fact that after returning from a brunch with K (yummy Eggs Benedict), I heard that a child had been injured on the track and could not move and an ambulance was going to be called.
Being a Red Cross Instructor (which I really need to get on renewing), I quickly asked if I could help and ran behind the school in an attempt to be helpful. The school I was at today was pretty large so it took me a while to get back there and by then, ice was already being applied to the injured girl.
Seems they were playing soccer and she was on the losing end of a slide-tackle for the ball. (By the way people were speaking, it sounded as if she's usually on the winning end and doesn't "wah" unless really injured) So I stayed for a minute and reassured her that it was probably nothing but a bone-bruise and told her to breathe when I could see she was wincing in pain.
When the paramedics arrived, I took off back to my class. Walked this time.
Anyway, she'll be fine and I'm sure so will I.
I just worry sometimes.
I panic other times.
I try deep breaths all the time.
Off to the Red Sox/O's game.
*Click the photo for more fun about the game.
**Not me in the photo - Hell, not even anyone I know. but look for me on TV!
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I clicked on the photo and all I got was a giant pinkus.
i hope in the end that all this downward thinking serves to remind yo uto appreciate the things, the people and things, that you DO have. while they're still here. Taking a moment to look around and appreciate what you have is always a good thing.
Everyone feels sad like that sometimes. Well, everyone with a heart.
the second picture goofball =)
See.. you're loved. :) ::MWAH::
meanwhile, kira just bitched at me because i'm sitting in HER chair. she walked right up and "meep!"ed at me then walked off, disgusted.
I know exactly how you feel with the cat. Every time mine is acting the least bit strange (or "quiet"- she's very high-strung and hyper), I panic and start freaking out. She's my daughter.
Btw, your kitty is adorable!
I do the same thing with my Moo. My Misty Moo Beagle Baby, that is. I hate leaving her too. I mean, I feel like I'm abandoning her in a third world country or something.
It's a bitch. But they're worth it.
My attacks started pretty much right after my cat died. Weird.
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