I'm not as bad as I used to be. I used to think of what I would do if someone broke into the house. My plan was to get Travis and climb onto the garage roof, lower myself to the ground, and then have him jump and catch him. As a kid I had a hard time walking past windows if it was dark out and the curtain or shade wasn't closed. I would be afraid that someone was watching and would see me and try to break in and hurt me.
I can't watch the news because when I hear about the horrible stuff that happens to kids, I can't help but picture it happening to Travis, and it haunts me. I also used to get up in the middle of the night to go check on him to make sure he was okay.

Now I just check on him after he goes to sleep and before I go to bed, then again sometimes before I actually go to sleep. :wink:
I also used to think I was pregnant all the time. I'd get obsessed and buy pregnancy tests too soon to tell, and then end up buying another before even having any actual evidence that I was pregnant. I've joked many times that if I should have invested in EPT. I have also gone to the doctor thinking that I had MS or lupis or cancer or some other serious condition (yes, this happened several times).
These days most of my worries involve letting people down. I feel obligated, for example, to go visit a relative that I REALLY REALLY do not want to go see because I don't want that person to feel bad. I HATE feeling obligated to do things. It's nice to have Peter here to tell me that I don't need to.
I generally do what I can to avoid disappointing people, but he lets me know when I'm expecting the unreasonable out of myself.
There's this plumbing code class that I've been taking that I HATED. It was all about the materials, pitches, lengths, and sizes of pipes.

I couldn't pay attention to save my life! It was VERY VERY frustrating and stressful because I knew it was unlikely that I'd pass the class without putting forth an insane amount of effort and taking more stimulants than is healthy. I put of dropping the class until halfway through because I didn't want to disappoint my boss. I ended up having an anxiety attack because I SO did not want to go, but I couldn't handle the idea of having a conversation with him about it. He didn't even end up being upset.
So yeah. When I'm worried about any of these things, it consumes me. I guess I'm more anxious than a lot of people are.
