I don’t know what a panic attack feels like, but I would imagine it was similar to something I experienced overnight. Let me say, first, that it really has nothing to do with what I was feeling panicked about and more to with just straight up anxiety. The whole time I’m just telling myself, “alright, this makes no sense – reel it in.” It’s an interesting phenomenon. It’s interesting that my body would react physiologically but not logically.
For the record, it was regarding camping at Disney. I just don’t know if it’s for me. But, like I said, I’m not so concerned with what I was worried about. That really has nothing to do with it. People worry all the time, but not to the extent where they feel shortness of breath and can’t stop crying. My face and neck became hot and flushed. I am a worrier. That’s just how I roll. But it’s never taken such a toll on me physically. I wonder if everything is heightened because of being pregnant, or if this is some kind of new Wendy development that I will have to start living with.
No me gusta.
I went downstairs, because it’s cooler down there. I laid on the couch and turned on “Behind the Scenes at Walt Disney World” and the whole episode subsided in about 20 minutes. Later, in the wee hours of the morning, Tom came down and laid beside me and restarted the movie. I was already asleep by then, but I sat up for a few minutes then nodded off to the movie again. It was nice. He’s nice. I like him.
That La Kid 
I like him too. I think it’s just a weird Wendy episode =P