I had my first anxiety attack at work yesterday. I quickly escaped to the store's basement and lay down on an old hospital bed where it was dark and quiet. Veronica came down to check on me.
"Is this part of your mental illness?" she asked me.
"Yeah," I replied. "I will be better in about thirty minutes."
When I wanted to work for McDonald's, this was my biggest fear. That I would have one of these around lots of people with no where to lie down. Luckily, my father is much more forgiving of this.
I'm off today and was sleeping in. I was half asleep when Helen let herself in.
"God! It is freezing in here!" I heard her exclaim as she went straight to my thermostat to turn up the heat. I quickly pulled on some clothes to see if she needed help carrying in the groceries. She didn't.
"What's for supper?" I asked inquisitively.
"It is a surprise, baby," she replied with a grin.
No doubt, It will be something fried and I am not complaining. What is it about southern cooking were everything is fried? I did see a box of frozen broccoli in Helen's grocery bag.