Oh, CoSo, it's been a time.

For the past few years, since my mom passed, I have an anxiety issue. I'm okay most of the time, but my reaction to things can be more intense than warranted.

I mentioned last week that we had some baseboards repaired. The electrician found burnt wires behind the thermostat. What I haven't mentioned is that I found a soot mark elsewhere in the house.

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While we were waiting for electricians to get back to us, I went to use the elliptical machine in the garage. I plug it in and nothing. I try another outlet and still nothing.

Instead of a reasoned response, like trying something else in the outlets and ruling out the elliptical, I had a full blown panic attack. My body was reacting as though I was about to lose my house and my cats. My husband was on his way to donate platelets, and as the feminism looked on in shame, I called him.

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He told me to try something else in the outlets, which worked fine. It was too cold in the garage for the elliptical machine. But holy hell, I think it took 2 days to calm down.

Electrician stopped by today and the soot mark was from a draft blowing dust behind the plate. He assured us everything is working as it should. And he didn't charge us. Don't know if it's because knows my uncle or he felt bad that my husband and I don't know anything about wiring.

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But seriously, the knot in my chest is noticeably looser. ❤️

The human brain continues to amaze/frustrate me.

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