"FEAR: False Evidence Appearing Real" unknown
i have a second interview at the animal hospital this morning and feel physically incapable of going. i will go, of course, but i am 100% sure that this is the final straw and that i will not live to see noon.
before the PTSD and constant anxiety i was never overly nervous about these kinds of things. i'm college-educated, smart, witty and articulate but post-flood i'm none of these things (save college-educated which even the flood can't take from me.)
i will get up off this couch, i will find something to wear, i will walk winston, i will treat myself to the starbucks drive-thru on the way there (there's NO coffee in this house!!) i will chew gum like a fiend to get a handle on my coffee breath and i will make myself do this. if it kills me...it kills me. if not, i'll update you when i'm out of the mental hospital...
hey - you must have done something right in the first interview (that you said you can barely remember) so the anxiety doesn't show as much as you think, i think. i'm sure you were GREAT (i mean, how could they not like you? please.) i will call them, if i need to. i'm not above it.
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