I nearly bit the dust yesterday. Not only were severe storms in the forecast (which luckily they didn't actually come here again, phew), but I was stewing over the possibility of flying to Utah (and trying to figure out the probability that there would be severe thunderstorms going on while I would be taking off, talk about the sum of all fears) and while I was fretting about all of these things I got a phone call asking me to speak in sacrament meeting next Sunday.
Why don't you just pull my beating heart of of my chest. Three huge fears all going on at the same time. Excuse me? I almost died. Heart failure.
The good news though is that I figured if I was going to speak in church and IF the bishopric member who called me was being serious when he said they felt inspired to ask me (which I had to have my doubts because I think it may have had more to do with that Meleah knows I have dodged speaking for ten months...ahem.), anyway if it really was inspiration then how could I die in a tornado? It was strangely comforting.
On the same token though, maybe he felt inspired to call me to speak because if I fly to Utah I will die and so this would be the only Sunday left in my life in which to speak.
I can't win.
Anyone know any good psychiatrists?