I remember a trip to Syracuse to visit my oldest sister, Meg, who was in college there. I must have been in high school and I have no idea the point of our visit, but what I remember, all these years later, is how I spent the majority of our time there having a panic attack. You see, there was an outbreak of meningitis at SU, and I became convinced that I would be the next victim. I spent the first part of dinner trying to touch my chin to my chest (after my sister, in nursing school at the time, told me that was a way doctors checked for meningitis - thanks for nothing, Jen) and the second part laying down in a fetal position in the back of the car, while my sisters and mom enjoyed their meal inside.
Waiting for the Light
Waiting for the Light
Waiting for the Light
I remember a trip to Syracuse to visit my oldest sister, Meg, who was in college there. I must have been in high school and I have no idea the point of our visit, but what I remember, all these years later, is how I spent the majority of our time there having a panic attack. You see, there was an outbreak of meningitis at SU, and I became convinced that I would be the next victim. I spent the first part of dinner trying to touch my chin to my chest (after my sister, in nursing school at the time, told me that was a way doctors checked for meningitis - thanks for nothing, Jen) and the second part laying down in a fetal position in the back of the car, while my sisters and mom enjoyed their meal inside.