Littles and anxiaty

Oh to be little and have a panic attack! That was a good chunk of my afternoon today! If you follow my art blog at littlenightengale.com, you know about the issues going on with my right hand. Well today was my MRI and while the adult side of me is ready to have an answer to years of pain, the little side had something else to say entirely.

I’ve battled anxiety since I was young. There was a brief period where it had won over and I couldn’t leave the house, but I’m a fighter. People don’t understand what kind of place you’re in when EVERYTHING scares you. I understand that. It wasn’t until recently I had opened up about those months to my Daddy. It’s been a long battle, but I have gotten a lot better with managing it without medication. When I think back on the huge change since then, I do feel proud. Anyway, back to my story!

While in my adult mind I was ready for this and for answers, the little side went into a panic. I’ve had an MRI before. Other than being really loud, it’s not a huge deal, but 30 minutes before my appointment, I was scared to death. I felt the attack building and I kept trying to talk myself out of it. I walked across the parking lot to the main hospital and got upstairs. While the receptionist had no idea until I told her (we always recognize our own!) that I was freaking out. She was awesome though and took longer then she should have checking me in, which was cool. I got a new drink recipe out of it. While I waited to be taken back, I kept trying to text Daddy. I was still trying to hide the panic at this point. This was a public place. I had to keep the big girl pants on until I could lock myself in the empty office back at work. I had no reception on my phone (damn hospital network!!!) and it was now 10 minutes after my appointment and I was still in the waiting room.

Finally, another receptionist came out and said she was taking me to another MRI area. As we walked, she kept apologizing for the inconvenience. I explained that I worked for a clinic across the street. Emergencies happen and I understand completely, I was just happy I was still able to be seen. I have a habit of being super chatty. I am happy where I work and how great the hospital is so I will talk up others outside of my own clinic when I get the chance. This helped get my mind of the growing panic and little outburst I felt coming. I was scared my voice would switch on me and I’d be talking like a toddler. I don’t always noticed this switch. I did not want it to happen in such a public area!

The receptionist continued to explain that this MRI machine was newer and also reserved for MS patients. This brought the panic on again because that’s another diagnoses that has been thrown around with my problem. The switch in rooms was a blessing though. The office was quiet and empty. It was so much warmer then the main hospital diagnostic testing area. There were only 2 techs working this office. Except for another patient, it was empty. The tech that first greeted me was so nice and sunny. When I was taken back to change, the little side realized this was a safe place. I had been given scrubs to change into, which excited me to no end. I have never worn real scrubs before, so to me, this was dress up. I took pictures and pretended to be a medical assistant like my hero Worky Brenda.

I was still panicking and this office had no reception at all. So I still couldn’t text Daddy. To stop further panic and possible tears, Hope came out of my purse and was in my scrubs pocket. More pictures. I really can’t say way this helped, but it did in a huge way. I got to play. The sunny tech took me back for the test and I met sunny tech 2. While they swept a metal detector over me, they asked if I wanted to keep my little friend with me. I was surprised by this because I was going to ask them if they minded holding on to Hope. The tech swept the metal detector over her and said she was fine to take the test with me. She then asked if I what I wanted to listen to since the machine was so loud. While I expected this, when I was told I had my choice on Pandora Radio, my little self started screaming for Disney. I held that request. They offered a mask and misted it with lavender and when I was asked again about music, I asked for Disney and the tech commented that she was happy someone was willing to have fun even though they were scared stiff.

I made it through the test without hitting the panic button, though I should have because I couldn’t breathe and was in full panic. I wanted so bad to make it through the test though. I focused hard on lyrics and Hope. I think next time I will just tell them I need something to calm me down. It took hours to come off the attack, but I was still proud of how I did manage to deal with it.

It’s so hard to explain to people that, while your adult mind understands these things need to happen, that the little doesn’t always. It is really dealing with a child. I think if I hadn’t been given the chance to play like I did and make a game of it, this whole experience could have been worse. A lot worse. I know it’s not always possible, but I had wished Daddy could have come, but he’s not the best at dealing with me in these type of situations. He’s is getting better and I have a semi epic story for that. I know there are a lot of littles out there that do struggle with trying to explain what it is they are feeling and what they need. This was one of those cases where I really did luck out. I’m very thankful for that. Hopefully, there is something in there that will help someone else dealing with a tough spot. I guess all I can really say is I do understand. My bestest tips are to keep a comfort item close. Hope is a small plush fox that lives in a purse pocket and has for 9 years now. She comes out when my teddy isn’t an option. Give yourself time to recover after. Take a walk, lock yourself somewhere safe for a little bit. Play, cry, do what you need to to tell yourself it’s ok. If you can, make a game of it. Today, I played dress up and pretended I was a mermaid in a cave. Silly, yes, but no one has to know what you’re thinking or giggling over.

Learn your little self! Daddys and Mommys might not always be there. You need to know how to comfort yourself in those times. It will make you stronger in the end. J

The Late Birthday and Adventure post

This is later than I anticipated it to be, but I have been caught up in a lot of person things lately that have again taken me away from being my sweet little self. I’m finally feeling more like myself again and decided to was time to share both my birthday gifties and gifties for myself from a recent shopping trip.

First off, my birthday, a day that I like to not celebrate for many reasons. This year, I took the day off, slept in late and worked on my Halloween costume. I enjoyed time in the morning with my sippy cup, teddy and blanky. I had birthday nachos, much to my sister’s dismay. I also had a lovely little basket waiting for me from here when I got up that morning.

Basket from my sister containing lip gloss, purple bat notepad, glow sticks, a funky doo little makeup type bag and hot tamales.

That weekend I went out with Daddy Shadow for dinner and to pick out my giftie. One of which was a new Monster High doll. I am a huge fan of Draculaura, and oddly enough, it’s one of the girly things he looks for. We also picked out my first binkies. Now, a pacifier is something I’ve toyed with for some time now and talked about with him and a few other close friends. Daddy decided to was time to test if it would be something I’d actually want to invest more in for a proper adult pacifier. I will post more on my love of my binkie laters in a separate post. ^_^

 Dawn of the Dead Draculaura. Pink and purple pacifiers from Daddy, but more in another post. Blue pacifier is my adult one and yes, she is propped up on Code Name Sailor V :P

After a flood of bad news, I decided to turn off my cell and find a toy store. NOW. I did find out rather quickly downtown after asking a very nice security guard where to find the nearest one. He directed me to the top floor to a place that had toys that where off the between path of Babies and action figures. To my surprise, I found the one thing I’ve been hunting for for years. A plush fox that sits upright and is just the right kind of floppy. I actually was trapped between 3 foxies, 2 small ones and then the big one. I texted pictures to Daddy, unsure of what to do. In my heart, I wanted all 3 but I knew that I should either get the two small ones or the one big. He asked if I was huggling the big one and of course I replied that I was. So the big one it was! Because he was cheaper than the 2 little ones put together, I decided to get some pretty hair ties too. 

 Theo (new foxy with black paws), Cleo (from zoo trip) and new rosie hair ties.

I walked to the market and did a little Christmas/birthday shopping for people on my list and the decided to venture to the international district. It was well after 2pm at this point and I had been out and about since around 10am. There weren’t many people around when I first got out to Seattle, but now they were everywhere. I went around the big Asian market for a little while until I just had to get out of there. I started to panic, but I kept myself calm long enough to pay for my purchases and run outside. I decided to go to Daiso after that, which if you haven’t been, is an Asian dollar store chain. The one in the international distract in Seattle is small and crammed with things. It very quickly also became crammed with people. Luckily, I was able to get an almost complete bento set and 2 lunch bags for said bento set as well as one for a friend, before panic again became a problem for me. There were just too many people. I decided to skip my late lunch and trek home on the train.

 

Almost complete strawberry bento themed set, 2 bento bags (pink one is my favorite!), sammich cutter and little clear contianers for dipping sauces and dressings and my pink heart fuzzy sock

The train ride helped loads. So did snuggling my new plushy. I ended up sick after that and wasn’t able to use my new bento set, which made me sad. I plan to change that next week though!