||[Aug. 25th, 2002|02:13 am]
|||||annoyed and anxious||]|
File this under "Not having a clue":
My sister, her husband, and I got together at Universal Citywalk to have dinner and hang out, in celebration of our two birthdays (it's three weeks after mine, and about a week and a half before hers...). When we get our drinks, I pull out my pills, and take a Zantac, for my acid reflux. My sister asks me what that's for, and I tell her. Then, my sister, knowing that I suffer from panic attacks, and having had explained to her at some point in the past the thought process that goes into a panic attack (basically, I'm oversensitive to the changes in my body, and constantly interpret those changes as something that's going to kill me...), says the following sentence:
"Did you know that you can die from acid reflux?"
Guess what I had driving home? Oh yeah. My first panic attack since going on Zoloft.
I avoid my family for a reason.