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It wasn't as bad as some I've had. I didn't freak out, but I did make a really dumb mistake in front of a customer. All because I'd been thrown into an attack brought on my sore and swollen feet. They felt trapped in my shoes and I couldn't take them off, I was on the salesfloor, after all. As a result, my claustrophobia kicked in and I had trouble breathing. And my manager fucking didn't give a shit when I explained I was having a panic attack and could I please leave 15 minutes early? So I sucked it up (all while getting chastised for talking about my health on the salesfloor) and stayed until the end of my shift, then dashed outside, only to find the bus had been early and I had a 20 minute wait ahead of me.
20 minutes in the heat, with a panic attack, with a stranger trying to pick me up. *sigh* It's the fucking blond hair. This never happened when I was a red head (I went blond because I'm really gray now). So, anyway, weird, but nice guy at the bus stop wants to talk about panic attacks. I admitted that I was having one (I was sorting the change in my hand to calm myself) and really, could he avoid talking about the symptoms? I really didn't need to be reminded how I was feeling light-headed and breathless.
It did get better after a shower and some dinner. Still, ugh. Can't wait for Fall.
20 minutes in the heat, with a panic attack, with a stranger trying to pick me up. *sigh* It's the fucking blond hair. This never happened when I was a red head (I went blond because I'm really gray now). So, anyway, weird, but nice guy at the bus stop wants to talk about panic attacks. I admitted that I was having one (I was sorting the change in my hand to calm myself) and really, could he avoid talking about the symptoms? I really didn't need to be reminded how I was feeling light-headed and breathless.
It did get better after a shower and some dinner. Still, ugh. Can't wait for Fall.
