It could be just a small thing, really. Just a blip but it catches your attention. The blip grows and consumes your mind until all you can think about is it.
It being that freaky thing that you can’t believe just happened, almost did happen or could have happened.
Freak outs can be something out of the ordinary, scary, gross or funny depending on the point of view. It can even be a dance. Who knew?
This post has been a long time in coming. Three months to be exact. Since the idea first came to mind two more freaky things have happened and I thought I better get the post written before a book needs to be written instead.
I was freaked out when someone tried to get into my pay pal account in March. Now you might say, “Chill, Angela. It was probably a mistake. Someone was off a number.”
Huh. Maybe, but it was my account and it was someone from Virginia. Pay Pal could tell me that much when they contacted me. A friend told me my card number could be traced back to my Pay Pal account. Pay Pal had not heard of this so I don’t know if it is true or not. I just know I was just in Virginia a couple of days before the incident occurred.
So I called the stores where I used my card to tell them. I called the bank who couldn’t tell me if there was such a scam or not. There’s nothing on the internet about it. So maybe my friend was talking out his ear?
As I thought about canceling my card my new card arrived that same day so I just activated it. There’s been no other problems. No more freaking out.
Mri’s freak me out. They are so not my thing and I just recently had another one. Everyone laughs at me when I talk about it and wonder why I have such a problem. They have never had a mri so I don’t think they should talk until they do.
Open mri’s are the only way I can have them done and I still have to have a cloth over my eyes and I still have a minor panic attack when I go in. It feels almost like I’m being smothered or I’m going to get stuck. This latest one was in the shape of a yummy dessert, a doughnut. Even that didn’t help. Ugh.
A freak out within a freak out. I have a cyst in my brain which fortunately doesn’t seem to be a growing cyst. Or not, as the neurologist put it, a ‘fast’ growing cyst. It can still grow and I have to “watch” for unusual stuff that may or may not happen. Great.
Not only does hair in my food freak me out but it makes me puke, too. Yuk! We ordered pizza last Sunday from Pizza Hut. I took a bite out of my slice and…I can’t talk about it any more. It’s just gross and you get the picture.
So what freaks you out?