Too much is what causes anxiety and then phobias and then….
Loca, pent up, wanting to run and jump has been trying to negotiate her post-surgery condition. The first night home, we went for a short walk, but as we went to cross the footbridge, her achiness became acute and she wobbled across the bridge. Now she is fearful of the bridge. She lies down when we get to it and won’t budge. I forced her across this morning, wanting her to be exposed to what has become her phobia before it expands any larger than what it is now.
Reminds me of me when I had my first panic attack on the Causeway. I was working 50 hours at a law firm as a paralegal. Taking two classes at night at UNO. And my father had recently passed and I was going to the synagogue in the morning and evening to say Kaddish for him. All this while commuting from Covington across the Causeway. When the paramedics pulled me off the bridge and the doctor was examing me, he said maybe you do too much?
You think?