Here was another weird thing that happened in Memphis. My hotel’s elevators had glass backs. I did not have a panic attack, even once taking it. I also walked down the stairs at the venue. Literally walked. Not the usual right foot down, left foot next to it, right foot down, left foot next to it.
I know that both things have an enormous psychological component. Fine, I can’t do those things.
But I kind of don’t know what to make of the reprieve. Obviously, something shifted. Am I eating less sugar? Did some hormone fluctuate? Is there some kind of chemical explanation?
And how long will it last? I have a hard time believing that I’m just not wigged out by that stuff anymore. Or that I never will be again.
I have a friend here in town and the elevator in the condo building has a glass back. I can’t look at it when it move. And I don’t even suffer from motion sickness. It’s a weird thing.