Anxiety Central

On Tuesday night I drifted off to sleep as gently as an innocent little lamb, only to awaken twenty minutes later with my mind raging like a caged lion. My trip to Illinois was still two days in the future, yet my brain paced restlessly inside my head as if my flight was imminent and I was woefully unprepared.

Truthfully, I was unprepared, but I still had ample time to do laundry and pack and straighten the house before I had to leave Doright Manor for the airport. So why was I all abuzz? Welcome to Anxiety Central.

Irrationally I began worrying that my car would break down on the way to the airport. What would I do should that happen? I worried that I’d forgotten to get cash from the bank, so I got out of bed and wrote myself a note that I then taped to the bathroom mirror where I’d be certain to see it first thing the next morning.

I became concerned that I’d finish the book I was reading on my kindle and wouldn’t have ample connectivity to download a new one. Most worrisome was the state of the liquids I NEEDED to pack for the trip. Liquids that might not be able to fit into a clear plastic quart baggie. Damned TSA requirements. How’s a girl supposed to cram all of her necessary liquids into such a small bag?

Zip, zip, zip went the thoughts in my brain. I was electric, and not in a good way. Poor Studly must’ve felt my frantic vibes causing him to adjourn to the sofa in the den at some point in the night.

When he left for work on Wednesday morning he planted a kiss on my cheek and told me he’d see me when I returned on Monday. I’d forgotten he had to be out of town on Wednesday and Thursday and wouldn’t return until after I’d departed on my trip. Sheesh. One more thing to worry about.

You know, I might not have many talents, but I excel at worrying over absolutely ridiculous stuff. Anxiety is my middle name, and that’s no joke.

I fly on Thursday. Just get me to the plane on time.

Peace, People!

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

27 thoughts on “Anxiety Central”

  1. You’d think that you’d slipped into my head there for a minute. The details may be different, but the general situation is pretty much me the second my head hits the pillow. Almost every single night. Sorry you are struggling. Hopefully you’ll feel better once you get around the rest of your family!

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  2. Ok so this is exactly what I do too. Must I mention the many post-it notes I place around the house in the middle of the night to remind myself over something ridiculous that is neither crucial or essential during the 2 am bathroom trip? Or the 3 am bathroom trip? Or the 430 am … never mind.

    Anyway, you’re traveling to another state where they have things like, oh, I don’t know, Walmart? Target? 24 hours stores? lol

    As LA said, You’ll Be Fine. :p

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  3. I understand your pain. I get that way too. I started packing a month in advance for this last trip. Since I didn’t need my winter clothes, it was a no brainer. I took the day off the day before we flew out & it helped control that anxiety. I had started a spreadsheet 3 months prior and proved most helpful.

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