Donuts are Death, Tea is Love
My attempt to trade an eating dosorder for a blogging disorder while waiting to find out if my arteries are blocked with too much birthday cake. (a.k.a. midlife crisis brought on by chest pain/abnormal EKG /hospitalization)


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Tuesday, November 29, 2005
 

I think I can, I think I can...

I'm going in to work today for a few hours and I'm having an anxiety attack!  I had to turn around and come back- I'd forgotten my tea bags and saltines with peanut butter which has become my focus in life.  It's like they have magical power and I was afraid if I didn't have them with me I'd find myself roaming the aisles at Brooks for butterfinger bits and hersheys kisses.  Oh God- I have some in my drawer at work.

I'm afraid to leave my house.  Afraid to drive by Dunkin Donuts, to walk near the Hot Spot, to go to Atlantic where I get my daily whoopie pie.  I'm not sure I can work and not use those things to get through the day.  What if it's either work/keep our house/eat shit OR quit/blog/drink tea/peacefully at home??

I have to get in my car and drive.  But I didn't have the heart to do it until I blogged first.  When I was little and afraid to leave my house without my mother, throwing up everywhere she tried to make me go, so anxious in the world I could barely stand to be in my own skin.  She used to read me that stupid train story over and over- you know- the I think I can one.  Like that was going to begin to cover the shit we had going on in our 4 walls there at home.  But still- I guess it was something.  It was what she knew to do I guess.  And here it is 40 years later- popping back into my mind when I have that-can't-go out-there- the-world-is-not-safe-for-me feeling, so I guess it was better than nothing!

I'm off into the dangerous world of donuts and candy and coffee and french fries and whoppie pies but I don't go alone.  I go with my citrus green tea and a few wild berry bags just in case the going gets really rough.

I'd really like a gin and tonic.  When I didn't eat like a nut I drank like a fish.  It's always got to be something like I said.  It's probably good that the heart scare is really scary because I wasn't even tempted to drink.  I gave that up when I had children though I really only traded in I guess.  Still, there's no point in dwelling on that.  I've got to go to work, tea bags in hand.


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