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?
Curiocat is... Angela McGill 
May 20, 2011 @ 16:49:13
Do we have time for this? Spiders, snakes, flying insects, sharks, squid, jelly fish, sting rays, lightening (our house was struck last year), tornadoes, high winds, hail, wrecks, fire, gas, poison, small spaces, no television….
May 24, 2011 @ 19:12:11
Good gracious, I’m not alone! I was a little worried I let too many things freak me out but I believe we’re in the same boat.
May 20, 2011 @ 19:26:35
Same as you with the food. Other things too, but I won’t even think about them, so I don’t start dry retching.
Thanks for the heads-up with Paypal accounts.
I hope and pray your cyst is operated on (cut out) and your health improves.
May 24, 2011 @ 19:15:40
Diane, I appreciate that. The cyst itself doesn’t bother me, it just freaks me out that it is there at all. They will not operate unless it does start to grow and cause problems.
I’m working on the health thing. I have to admit I’m sick this week with flu again. It’s as miserable as it was before, I just hope it goes and stays gone.
May 20, 2011 @ 20:11:36
What freaks me out? When my son Drew was not able to call me 2 yrs ago and I could not find out what happen to him for 2 week. He is in a federal prison and if they do anything that takes them into the SHU then you will not know it and it isn’t until they can get a letter to you so you know what happen. No phone calls home, no paper, no stamps they are not allowed their stuff while in the SHU. I have a constant fear of Drew getting sick and dying in prison, he is young only 27 and in good health, but the fact is inmates die mysteriously sometimes and the prisons are not accountable for investigating them.
I freak out when lies have been told about me within my ex-in-laws family, because of some of their religious beliefs. You can’t do anything and basically the rumor mill is just made up stories. I’m thankful for the ex-in-laws who know me well enough to know what is true and what is a lie. I find it amazing how quickly love turns to hate when a marriage comes to an end with the family relationships.
I freak out from frightening phone calls that tell me to get to the hospital immediately, my son has been in an auto accident and he is badly injured. After living though my son Dak (age 15) dying 10 years ago almost nothing freaks me out anymore. When you have a loss like that you come to realize everything else is just miniscule compared to that. You can read Dak’s memorial at the website provided. I get a little fearful each time there is a call concerning either of my sons till I know they are alive and ok.
I nearly hit delete on this this post, but then I thought what the hell I can say all this honestly and it’s all true. I’ve had an MRI, don’t like them but 45 min in there was ok except for trying to be still. I remember things that freaked me out as a kid, but as I’ve reached adulthood I’ve come to realize there are horrible things that can happen to people over which we have no control. Angela I’m sorry about the cyst you’ve got, honey being cool calm and collected might be important now. Life if unpredictable that is a certainty.
Love you Sis,
Ruth
May 24, 2011 @ 19:29:57
I would be freaked out if I couldn’t talk to my child for two weeks either.
As for the ex inlaws they don’t say anything to me anymore. Of course I’m avoiding them at the moment but that’s another story for another time.
I don’t know that phone calls sending you to the hospital because your son is in a car accident is so much freaky as stressful and in this case tragic. Thanks for the link, I’ll send on to the girls. At the time of his death we didn’t have a good internet service and we never got to see this webpage.
The cyst just freaks me out. Can’t help it. Just the idea it’s sitting there and may or may not grow kills me. I think it’s the uncertainty that makes it a little freaky.
May 24, 2011 @ 19:39:26
Love you too, Ruth.
May 20, 2011 @ 20:12:52
http://www.mem.com/ContentDisplay.aspx?ID=4047091 Dak E. McGill
May 21, 2011 @ 10:27:45
Wow… I get the shivers watching anyone go into an MRI machine on tv shows, so I sympathise, even though I’ve never been through it. My frwak outs seem so minor in comparison – I can’t travel on buses. Just can’t. I start to feel sick as soon as I get on, and when the doors close I start to panic. Been that way for twenty years or so. I went to a doctor about it ages ago and he was really understanding. He said “So, do you feel this way when travelling, or just when you see a bus?” I had a sudden vision of me running screaming down the street as a bus turns the corner unexpectedly… Anyway, it’s hardly ever a problem, except one time when we were coming back from a foreign holiday. The only way from the airport to the long stay car park was by bus. Mrs Dim had held my hand and talked to me through the outward journey, but on the way back the bus was almost totally full. Unthinking, I waved Mrs Dim and the weasels aboard, and I waited for the next bus with the luggage. Stupid. I spent the ten minute journey with my eyes closed and my hands over my mouth, trying desperately to think of something, anything that would distract me from nausea.
There. I said it. I freak out on buses!
May 24, 2011 @ 19:38:02
You know I sort of get that. Paul, my husband, cleaned buses for extra money years ago. Often I would go with him. They can be somewhat claustrophobic and stinky. Then there’s the whole control thing and not having it when someone else is driving the bus. Then there’s motion sickness on top of all that.
I don’t know if any of that applies but I do sympathise. Thank goodness it’s not something you have to deal with on regular basis.