I’m going to work this morning, at least I’m supposed to be. I’m having what I would call a major anxiety attack. I can’t breath, I’m nervous, my stomach is all tied up, what am I supposed to do? It really sucks to have to go to work without cigarettes, without a lunchbox, I can’t even see straight. I’m not fucked up either…..moments pass…..the clock ticks…..my heart races…..I’m freaked out.
I got two cats on my lap trying to calm me down. I honestly feel like I can’t go. Consequences? Oh my God, this is killing me. Just so you know this is technically my first day out in the field for my new job. So my first day without necessary items, new people, longer than 8 hours (gotta do a 10 hour shift). Are you calling me a pussy? Because this anxiety is real. Maybe I am a pussy, or maybe I have legitimate issue here. Now my heart hurts….its 5:07am and I gotta be there at 6am. I can’t, I dont feel right.
I gotta call in. Wussy…No this serious. I freaked right now….shaking….5:12am….sick….alone….
hey thanks, I owe you one.
Be blessed, Dbone.