Well what a National Ravioli Day indeed
I had a prolonged panic attack that lasted most of the afternoon.
I did all the things:
- Ate a banana
- Inhaled and applied lavender essential oil
- Ate a bunch of homeopathic meds
- Walked Duncan
- Listened to these binaural beats
- This breathing exercise
- Drank chamomile tea
- Held Duncan
Nothing really relieved anything.
My chest ached and I had waves of nausea, as well as the overwhelming sense of dread and alarm. I felt exhausted but amped up at the same time. I’ve had them a few times and it’s really fun stuff.
After lying down and trying to listen to a pod cast about hookworms, hoping to be distracted enough to over come it, and failing, I just decided I had better suck it up and just go make the ravioli for National Ravioli Day before I died of heart failure.
I really had the thought, “Well if my heart just gives out now, I should die making ravioli and at least have the chance to get posthumously famous for being so committed to this blog and my niece and nephews will get to be rich and travel” (for the record, I did also have more rational thoughts of going to the hospital).
I had some fresh-frozen portobello mushroom stuffed ravioli in the freezer so all I needed was some sauce and parmesan. I made it to Whole Foods where I bought a fancy locally made vodka tomato rose sauce. I have never had that before and I thought I might as well try it.
When released from the jar, it looked a lot of like barf. When I was done photographing and had to actually eat it, I was super hesitant.
It actually tasted good. Great, even.
I ate the whole plate and went back for seconds.
As the food digested, my anxiety level started a decline.
Now I’m not saying portobello mushroom ravioli with tomato vodka rose sauce cures panic attacks, but I’m not not saying it either.