This morning I had a panic attack. Since starting medication, these attacks are few and far between. Today's was due to a tight space and many multiples of people. In Reference we've been working with law sources, and there's like, one copy of every book and they're all close together.

So I'm trying to find a copy of something or other in the teeny aisle with 6 other people, when I start to feel rather dizzy and short of breath. I'm pretty claustrophobic as is, and the small space combined with all the people triggered my anxiety. I start silently panicking, but I'm surrounded by people and didn't want to make an idiot of myself by shoving them all out of the way and gasping for air. Finally there was a space for me to squeeze out, and I made my way back to the table April and I were sitting at.

She looked at me, sort of angry-like, and asks me why I don't have the book. I told her I had a panic attack and had to get out of the aisle, which I guess I must have said fairly snippily, because then she said,

//Well, I don't like it either, but you don't have to snap at me like that!//

Jesus! I couldn't help it! Panic attacks aren't exactly the most fun things in the world and exactly leave me in a happy-happy-joy-joy mood.

And the rest of the morning I was rather short with her. She didn't help matters by pestering me with questions about an assignment we were working on. She didn't go to class the day we learned how to use the software we needed, and instead of looking at the step by step notes online she just kept asking me. Oi! I realllly wanted to just friggin' tell her to bugger off, but I knew that wouldn't be a good idea.