I am a claustrophobic!

Trying to figure out why I am so claustrophobic?

Well, I know that when I was little, my brother used to put a pillow over my face.

Is that the reason?

My grandfather Al lived in a very old building in the Fairfax area with one of the old fashion elevators that had the iron gate.  It was small and creaky.  I was afraid to go in it and would walk up the stairs.

Is that the reason?

I used to love to go camping.  We had a 6 person tent made of very dark green canvas material.  Only had one window.  After Gene died, I couldn't sleep in the tent anymore.

Is that the reason?

I am also afraid of being enclosed in a small space without any light coming in.  When we were in Canada, the room we were staying in had no windows.  One night, we closed the door and turned off the lights, I freaked out because I couldn't see anything.

I'm also afraid of getting stuck in a small space - probably because I'm so big and round.  When the Rad Tech told me that I would feel very tight inside the traditional MRI machine I flipped out.  No way, couldn't do it and I refused.

On Tom Sawyer's Island at Disneyland, there's a "cave" to walk through.  Last time I was there with the kids, couldn't do it!

I think I need to work on this issue.

I did get the MRI because I was able to go to a place that has an open machine.  

I really want to write something.

I really want to write something but I'm not sure what.  First I was going to write about how I don't believe it's possible to really say what you think or believe at work or sometimes with your friends.  But then I worried if I wrote what I really feel, that some how it come back to bite me on my tush.

Oh and by the way, this happened to someone I know.  And that person didn't even write the post.  I posted something on Facebook about a friend having troubles at work and wishing her a better day.  Now at the time I wrote that post I had at least 4 friends who where having work issues.  I didn't say who it was, didn't identify the organization and didn't get specific as to what the work issue was about.  Nonetheless, one of my friends got into trouble with the boss because the boss decided that my post was referring to the individual that this boss supervised! What!  To that boss I say, let's just jump to conclusions; maybe if you thought it was about you, you should have said something to the person you supervised instead of letting it get out of hand!  That's what a good leader would have done.

Then I was going to write about the pain in my leg.  But figured that was too boring as I'm bored with it.  Plus I have at least one friend who is going through a life-threaten situation right now so need to stop feeling sorry for myself.

I could write about what I did this weekend but since I did nothing other then ice my leg and watch TV or read I'd bore everyone.  I'm bored myself.

I could write about the client who gave me a hug and thanked me for helping her fine tune her resume.  That was nice

I would write about how sometimes I feel very lonely but then I might come off as feeling sorry for myself and that's not a good thing.

So I guess I won't write about anything right now.