AliKitten's Journal

Okay, I have to tell you guys this story because: 1) it's kind of funny, and 2) my doc wants to know how I can stay calm with all of this going on but freak out if I gain a pound.  I cannot answer him.

Last Thursday, we flew to Raleigh, NC.  Last Thursday was also the day that a major storm finished dumping 20" of snow on the Denver area.  We weren't even sure if our flight would leave, but I checked that morning and it was still scheduled to leave on time. 

So, I had packed the night before assuming we would go, but my BF stayed up half the night playing some new online game and didn't pack until Thursday morning.  (We had to leave here by 2:00, and by morning, I mean 11:30.)  He said I was adding in waaaay too much extra time (Hello? Two feet of snow on the ground and we're on the last flight of the day?) so he lollygagged around and we left late so we were in a rush to get to the airport.

Halfway to the airport, he realized he'd forgotten his wallet so we had to go back. When we got back to the house, he discovered his house keys had fallen off his keyring and were probably in a snowdrift somewhere or locked inside the house.  (I didn't bring my keys, because why risk losing them on vacation if I wasn't driving?) At this point, he's freaking out but for some reason I'm calm.  If we get there, we get there; it's out of our control.  I never say that, and I'm not sure what kind of hormone or endorphin kicked in that let me stay so calm.  I guess because he was freaking out and he needed me.  

Oh, but it gets better.  We leave for the airport again, and this time we're really rushing.  We get to the parking garage 45 minutes before our flight time - so yay, we're okay!  We made it! We have plenty of time!  Until BF skids on the ice and bashes into the car in front of us.  In the freaking parking garage.  (I should add that we cannot afford this; neither one of us is working at the moment.)  We deal with all that: making sure everyone was okay (we were), exchanging insurance info, blah blah blah.  We decide to still try and make the flight, so we leave the car (w/bumper damage) and go to check in.  BF gets nabbed at security for having a belt on that sets off the metal detector and has to get The Wand, but we made it to the gate right before they started boarding.  

Then, after they started boarding, some alarm in the terminal starts beeping and an announcement comes on that "there has been a security breach" and all boarding has to stop until they determine what to do.  They said we may have to all go back through security again!  Luckily, this did NOT happen. We got on the plane, and though we were 2 hours late, we made it to Raleigh.

Somehow, I seriously remained calm during all this.  I don't know how.  When we were in the terminal and all the beeping was going on, I had to take a walk for a few minutes, but that's it. I never freaked out, and - more remarkably - never said "I told you so".  

So it seems I CAN manage anxiety after all; just not when food and weight are concerned.