…and a little more about me, me, me.

In the past few days, I have developed many symptoms of acute stress disorder, or as I think of it, Don’t Startle Me or I’ll Stab You With This Spatula Syndrome. These include:

• the previously mentioned exaggerated fight-or-flight reflex,
• nightmares, or,
• an inability to sleep,
• a feeling of unreality,
• constant “mini” panic attacks,*
• a new aversion to the color red,** raw meat, and closed doors,
• and most disturbingly, a recurrent image that comes up whenever my eyes close.

But never fear – my intrepid shrink is aware of what’s happening, and tomorrow I will be therapist shopping for the first time since college. I have three recommendations… oh, the flutter there will be in the local psychiatric community. Whom will she choose?

Time alone will tell.

*these include a sudden rush of adrenalin and light perspiration, which I resent strongly, being philosophically and vehemently opposed to sweating in any non-sexual context whatsoever

**and yes, I’ve changed the color of the theme, for now, but I hate all these other colors