August 13, 2008
My first panic attack, in the home of Christian Scientists. My chest ached, I couldn’t breathe. My grandparents didn’t know what to do, so they went and got their next door neighbors. Mr. was English and his wife was American. She gave me a little pill and talked to me softly, soothingly. I think I was in shock, and had been too worried to sleep on the plane. She said, “Rest now, and we’ll have strawberry shortcake later.” I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was the next day. Too late for strawberry shortcake – or too early.