Moonshadow
Silver Member
I had a doctor appointment today, and I was sitting in the waiting room. There was one other lady there, sitting and reading a magazine. I was feeling fine.
Then, a guy came in, who looked a lot like my stepfather. To get an idea of what my stepfather looked like, remember the pictures of Saddam Hussein, when they first captured him? That's what my F-head stepfather looked like. And he was always drunk, and always pissed-off.
Well, this guy looked like him, and I could swear he kept looking at me. Now, I know my stepfather is dead. He has been for a few years. I kept reminding myself of that, but to no avail.
I started shaking, and hyperventilating. As much as I tried to hold back the tears, they still came. By this time, more and more people had come into the waiting room, and there were people all around me. I felt like they were all staring at me, and they probably were, since I was shaking, hyperventilating, and crying. I was not sobbing, and wasn't making a lot of noise, but I'm sure people noticed.
I left the room, and waited in the hall, for them to call me, trying to gain my composure. When the nurse finally took me to the exam room, I kind of lost it. It wasn't too extreme, and I apologized to the nurse, and told her I was having a panic attack. She was very patient and understanding, but I was still very embarrassed.
It's been about 3 hours, since it happened, but I'm still shaky and I feel very weepy and on edge. When I got home, and told my husband what happened, he just said, "Yeah, there's some creepy people in the world."
Then, a guy came in, who looked a lot like my stepfather. To get an idea of what my stepfather looked like, remember the pictures of Saddam Hussein, when they first captured him? That's what my F-head stepfather looked like. And he was always drunk, and always pissed-off.
Well, this guy looked like him, and I could swear he kept looking at me. Now, I know my stepfather is dead. He has been for a few years. I kept reminding myself of that, but to no avail.
I started shaking, and hyperventilating. As much as I tried to hold back the tears, they still came. By this time, more and more people had come into the waiting room, and there were people all around me. I felt like they were all staring at me, and they probably were, since I was shaking, hyperventilating, and crying. I was not sobbing, and wasn't making a lot of noise, but I'm sure people noticed.
I left the room, and waited in the hall, for them to call me, trying to gain my composure. When the nurse finally took me to the exam room, I kind of lost it. It wasn't too extreme, and I apologized to the nurse, and told her I was having a panic attack. She was very patient and understanding, but I was still very embarrassed.
It's been about 3 hours, since it happened, but I'm still shaky and I feel very weepy and on edge. When I got home, and told my husband what happened, he just said, "Yeah, there's some creepy people in the world."