Because while I do suffer from panic attacks, which are a part of this disorder, my big reason for being afraid of becoming an agoraphobic is my need to be home. As much as possible.
I don’t even like walking alone, which is part of why I am so upset about the problems I’ve been having with Lily and her own phobia of being afraid of everything that isn’t home. O. M. G. My poor dog has it soooooo bad.
And part of the reason I’ve not been to the gym in going on three weeks, I think. I have to either let darling Hubby drop me off at the gym on his way to work and then walk home; or take him to work and then keep the car. Did you know I hate driving? Alone?
I need to get to the gym. I need to get back on my bike. I’m better on my bike about being alone than walking or driving…
I’m going to take Lily on another walk today with her new harness. And maybe her gentle leader collar, too.
P.S. Yesterday I went to the doctor and my A1c was 5.1. Yes, I know it’s almost always awesome like that. My blood pressure was 110/88. 88? That’s high for me. Get this, my pulse was barely over 50 — and she said she could hardly perceive it to count it. Does this make sense to anyone? So now I have to have a complete physical next Thursday. And when I say complete? I mean with with a pap smear and everything.
Crapola.
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