I hate it when a situation occurs that sends my anxiety sky rocketing and I go on a roll like a compulsive gambler at a slot machine, and I try to reach out and communicate with people and none of them want anything to do with me. But they'll expect me to be there for them when they need me.

Perhaps I would be better off if the ultrasound technician had found circulation problems in my leg today. They didn't, and I was so enthusiastic that I felt the need to be social.

[gina_re]

Story of my life..