Not long after I filed for divorce (so this would have been back around the spring of 1997) I had to have some minor surgery. I recall laying on the gurney in the prep area while the med tech fixed me up with an IV. He fiddled around with things for a few minutes and I didn’t really pay attention to what he was doing until, prompted by a sudden and GLORIOUS relaxation in my midriff, I said to him, “You must have just started the sedative.”
He replied, “Yes, how did you know?” To which I responded, “The pterodactyls in my stomach are gone.”
I often look back upon that memory with fondness. Which may seem strange to you, but if you lived with a CONSTANT state of anxiety gripping your gut, one that exists for NO APPARENT REASON and NEVER GOES AWAY, you’d savor that memory too.
Fellow sufferers of Generalized Anxiety Disorder, let me hear an AMEN.