Today my daughter had a Doctor's appointment with a specialist across town. I felt a bit apprehensive but tried to put the sensations of the past couple days behind me.
In the car we went, as DH drove I began to feel anxious and nauseous again. We got to the parking lot and I knew I had to get home. The flight impulse was very strong and even though it meant being late for the appt, I had to ask Dh to drive me home. The drive was hard, I pulled on my hair at the nape of my neck - the discomfort that caused intended to distract myself. I made it home and Dh headed back to the Dr's. Within 5 minutes of being home I felt completely normal - that was great, knowing what this meant was not so great. I knew this would make me want to stay home more.
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