I am not really one to panic. Sure, I stress about things as much as anyone else. Maybe even more. I had considered that my event during the dog run-around-the-block incident was induced by the stuff blowing around in the air. There had been a guy with a blower whose debris seemed to get caught in my throat. So, I really didn’t think much of heading down the street for another brief run. I did need a break from it all.
I wasn’t more than a quarter mile from my home, however, when I began to feel the same feeling coming on. Panic was raging through my body and I was hungry for air. “Oh, NO,” I thought, “this can’t paralyze me.” I slowed up, but kept running. I kept telling myself that I could get through this and that it would be okay if he died when I wasn’t there. I’m more than ready for it. I think that we all are.
But something is not yet done. Something has yet to occur. So today, I pushed through the panic and made myself get away for a while.