Riding To My Sister's

Yesterday my sister called about having me over at her house.  I wanted to go but sometimes I can't drive.  It's not because I'm lazy or expect a chauffeur.  I suffer from panic disorder which is a result from the car accident I was in.  There are times when I feel completely normal and capable of being on the road.  If I have the slightest hesitation, I don't drive.  I tried to just suffer through it a few times but my fear would take over and I would do something stupid and scare myself.  I hate to put so much of a burden on those around me but I don't want anyone to get hurt, so I think it's safer just to stay out of the drivers seat at times.  Maybe I should get Personal Number Plates that say "watch it" or "danger".  That way other drivers would at least have a warning that there's a crazy lady on the road.  Anyway, my sister ended up coming to pick me up and brought me home.  Luckily, it's only a five minute drive to her house.  I got to spend time with her and my wonderful little nephew.  When she dropped me back off at home, I got the the classic country twang "bye" from my favorite little man.