So I’m
sitting in traffic, awaiting the green light of forward progress, when it
begins. I feel my breath become shallow,
my hands start to shake, and my vision becomes slightly blurred. As my whole body tenses up, like a cat about
to spring before it realizes it is trapped in a box, I know what is boiling up
inside of me. I am about to have a full
blown panic attack. “Oh god” I think,
“Not here. Not now.” My destination, if I make it there, is a PTA
meeting. I am the secretary, and as
such, am somewhat essential to the cause. Desperately, I attempt to focus on
what my therapist’s instructions were for moments like these. Try
sitting up straight and planting your feet firmly on the floor. Well, beneath one of my feet is the
accelerator, so clearly this is not the time for such behaviour. Breathe
slowly and deeply to avoid hyperventilating.
I can breathe about as calmly as if I were attempting to outrun a
mountain lion, so that’s out too. Focus your attention on the things around
you that you can see, hear, and feel. I
can see my gas gage “Oh boy, it looks
like I need to fill up soon, and I don’t get paid until next week.” Hmmm, heart
rate rising. Let’s try something
else. I can see the streetlight has
turned green “When did that happen?” Ah, and now I can hear the other drivers honking and swearing as I sit numbly between
them and forward motion. Heart rate
rising; rising. As I take off with a
lurch I move to throw the cigarette I have smoked (down to filter by the way)
out the window. Instead what happens is
that the damn thing flies back in, as though its motion is led by some sort of
witchcraft, and lands squarely in my lap.
Well, now I can feel my flesh
burning. My heart is now the drummer for
a heavy metal band, in the middle of a percussion solo, that is about to burst
through my rib cage.
Squealing
around the corner (my car also needs new brake pads) I narrowly miss
sideswiping an SUV as I am currently engrossed in smothering the smoldering
embers in my lap. I shift the car into
park as I pull up front of the school. Idling
there for a couple of minutes (which feel much longer) I practice turning up
the edges of the grimace I have stuck on my face into something which resembles
more of a smile; I am unsuccessful.
Instead, I trudge through the snow and into the school to be met with
the brilliance of 10,000 watts of neon light.
“Seriously?!” I think to myself “How do the children learn in a building
that’s so bright I’d wager it can be seen from space?” I slump over to my committee members, perched
around the table like perky little birds, and prepare to spew some inadequate
bull shit about how I can’t stay for the meeting, and blah, blah, blah. Before I get the chance, one of the
especially perk moms pipes up,
“Oh no! You look absolutely awful.” And then tilts her head to the side with a
look on her face like little Jonny just scraped his elbow; concerned but ever
so slightly condescending. It stops me
in my tracks. “How could she know?” I
think frantically. And then I get a peripheral
glimpse of myself in the window. Though
this morning I had my hair done at the salon, it has been left a mess from me
furiously running my fingers through it.
I also have a light sheen of sweat on my face which, mixed with my
slightly wild darting eyes, gives the illusion that I may blow chunks at any
moment (which is not so very improbable).
Add to that the fact that I am trembling like the last fall leaf in a
good wind storm, and you can imagine the “me” that stood before them.
“Ye-yeah
actually” I mumble as they all lean closer with wide unblinking eyes to hear my
tale, “s-sick. M’a gonna go home.” I
manage to get out.
“Don’t stand
too close.” Says one of the more germ phobic perky birds, “With Christmas so
close we can’t afford to be getting sick.”
They all look gravely at each other and bob their heads in
agreement. After it being summarily
decided that I should miss the meeting and head home to try various tinctures
and treatments to aid in the expediency of my return to health, I gracefully
(ie: not gracefully) made my exit. Back
out into the clear cold night I trek, with all the stars of the heavens looking
down on me. Briefly I wonder if they are
mischievous sprites twinkling with laughter at the pathetic frailty of
humanity, or wise old spirits urging us all to keep at it, for the rewards in
the end are more than worth it. Then I
let loose the fart I have been holding in, get back in my car, and drive
away.
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