Wednesday, January 4, 2012

My Night of Panic, thanks to a Cell Phone

Thanks to the Vik, last night I had a mini panic attack.

Let me explain. I'm already a person who thinks the worse will happen, at any given moment. I see a black cloud over my head at all times and a lucky horseshoe, four leaf-clover or the number 11:11 on the clock does not make me want to make a wish or believe that good luck will come my way. I'm a pessimist, or as my friend Steph defined today, a realist.

So, last night, the Vik has an airport train pick up at 7:30 p.m. He kissed me goodbye and I expected him home around 9 p.m. At 9:15 p.m. I texted him on both phones, googled talked him and by 9:30 p.m. called him. No answer. I even called the guy he picked up - Nothing. After his friend failed to answer and he didn't respond, panic set in.

While it's not unusual for the Vik not to answer his phone, I found it extremely odd that his buddy didn't. Thoughts rushed through my head: Could they have been in accident? Could someone have robbed them at the train station at BWI? To top things off, I heard a helicopter canvasing the neighborhood. Normally, I probably wouldn't have let the worry get the best of me. But add this to an already frazzled woman trying daily to stave off cancer from her beautiful and loving 10-year-old dog, things are on high alert for me. All. The. Time.

By 10 p.m. I had my shoes on, ready to drive over to his friend's house and if they weren't there, drive to the train station. I called a few people first, hoping they would calm me down, throw out my fear. My friends though, didn't answer. Just as I was about to leave, the phone rang. The Vik. "Oh buddy, you are in some deep trouble," I told him. He knew what he did and trust me, he will never leave his phone in his car ever again.

So, I ask, is this a normal feeling when you're in a relationship? Does a loved one not answering the phone or returning on time cause you to hysterically worry? Or do I just need more Xanex?