NO! I HOPE! And Nervous AS HELL!
Right now I'm about to have an anxiety attack. I'm notorious for anxiety attacks. More so because of having Crohn's disease and always needing to know where a bathroom is at all times. It's always the first thing I map out in a new restaurant, store, fair, amusement park....any place public. For goodness sakes on my wedding day, as I'm about to walk down the isle, I started freaking out! My bridesmaids had to lift up my dress and help me sit on the potty. The only images I had pounding inside my head, besides the horrible cold I had in the middle of June, were of me at the alter asking the minister to hold one second while I ran back up the isle to use the toilet! All the while I'm freaking and my girls are trying to calm me, Rob and all the grooms men were standing at the alter!! Yep...and you guys were wondering what took us ladies so long to get started! Now you know why it was such a quick wedding! (Some have called it one of the fastest weddings they'd ever attended!)
Well people, anxiety sucks! It's also very real, not some made up health symptom made up to sell more prescription drugs! Right now I'm about to have one massive anxiety attack that could cause me to run off to the bathroom not to crap, but to puke! I hate puking with a passion! That horrible metal taste in my mouth that only leads to cotton mouth. Puking due to anxiety isn't as much fun as puking from drinking too much the night before. At least if I were puking from drinking too much it was because I had one hell of a night out on the town. But as my tummy is turning and twisting into lots of miniature knots, new visions of me falling to the ground having a massive heart attach seep into my head with one huge headache to help out the anxiety of the morning. For the love of God girl BREATHE DAMN IT! BREATHE!
Time out. Let me answer the phone...
10 minutes later...
Okay...so in the middle of typing this little blog Rob called. He called to wish me luck and tell me that I'll do fine. How does he do that? Most of the time he knows exactly what to say to calm my nerves. I said MOST of the time, not all the time. This time he was on target! I must admit he was really good, because he did it all the way from
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