“If it’s out of your hands, it deserves freedom from your mind too.” ~ Ivan Nuru “Honey, we’re gonna call you an ambulance.” The woman on the other end of the phone at the hospital call center sounded stern as I lay on my bathroom floor in my robe, writhing in pain, barely able to speak.
I never knew you could hyperventilate from pain, I remember thinking. It was December, and I’d just returned home from a stressful international work trip with jet lag and exhaustion as my souvenirs.
The sensitive, introverted parts of myself I normally shoved under the veneer of Ms. Capable Can-Do-It-All were overstimulated by the constant activity and overwhelmed by interacting with so many coworkers in a city I didn’t know.
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