So, there I am. I had a shitty couple of days and I’m standing in the queue with my shopping which consists mainly of biscuits, and suddenly the queue is getting longer. More and more people seem to be in front of me. So, I start not being able to breath. Then that’s it. I throw my shopping, and charge out of the store. WTF right? Just like that. No idea whether my shopping hit anyone, or whether I broke anything. The Crisis team pop round just to say howdy less than an hour later. They ask me if I had been able to go shopping yet! I muse on this for a while. ‘Had I been able’… Well I did indeed go to the shop, select my purchases, wait in a queue for what seemed like forever. But I think the most important thing to remember is that instead of paying for my stuff and coming home with it, I threw it, possibly embedding Mr Kippling’s best into someone. Well they do say biscuits are bad for you 🙂
So the Crisis team want to take me shopping on Saturday. Back to the same shop, but I haven’t told them what I did. Do you think I could be on their most wanted list? My picture hanging on some wall of shame? I wonder if I have been barred – can you get barred from Iceland?
If any of you were brutally hit by flying biscuits recently, I honestly apologise.
Oh, I should add that the Crisis team were meant to take me shopping the other day, but I was too busy counting how many pills I had and looking to see whether there were enough for a fatal dose. The Crisis team know this, and all they can say is “so, do you want to go to Iceland”/ “concentrate on the basic things”.
So if you were hit by a flying biscuit recently, I think that may have been meant for someone else. Just a thought…
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Good Morning Vix73
You made me chuckle…not about what happened to you…but the witty way you described it…took me back a few years…hahaha.
At one point in my recovery…I became agoraphobic…is this what you are dealing with? Do you have other phobias? At my worst I couldn’t even open my door to get the mail without having a panic attack. If this is what you are dealing with…I feel for you…but know that it can be beat…atleast I did it…and it started by just sitting on my step for a few minutes at a time…then walking to the street and back…and everytime I succeeded…the anxiety level dropped until there is now nothing that I can’t do…well except go to church or the dentist without major meds…hahaha I’ve even gotten on a plane and gone to Mexico…something that my family and friends are still shaking their heads about…they swore I never would…and I didn’t think I even wanted to…but like I say..baby steps…and even those are tough…but it is worth it…to learn self control.
Not a shopper myself…I do it but don’t enjoy it…so luckily my noggin was safe from the flying biscuits no matter what…hahaha
So are you in Iceland or wanting to go to Iceland? I’m gonna guess you want to go to Iceland…but then what do I know? If that is the case…I made my flight…I know you can.
Peace
Amakua
Anakua, just so you know Iceland is a store in the UK. Good post vix but sorry you had a panic attack, doubt you’ll be banned from Iceland.
Iceland is cold.
Your not going to be hunted down by the FBI for throwing biscuits.
This post did make me laugh. I haven’t laughed properly in such a long time. So thanks 🙂
I’m sorry you freaked out tho !
If you need to talk, I’m here 🙂
Thank you. I’m not sure what my many issues are at the moment, but the Iceland of which I speak is a food shop that mainly sells frozen stuff, and biscuits.
I think what you say about taking things a step at a time is true, though at the moment everything feels as if it has to happen now, so waiting in line is not an easy task!
I’m glad I did not hit you with any biscuits as you sound lovely.
Take care. xx