I didn't go to school today. Last night, I went to have a drink with a friend of mine and her new boyfriend. While I was sitting in my favorite pub (De Zwarte Ruiter), one of my attacks, that I still can't define, struck me. Since it was a pretty bad case, I told my friend that I wasn't feeling too well, and decided to go home. On my way home it became worse and worse, it was one of those cases where I go really deep and start to panic (with all the annoying symptoms of a classic anxiety attacks that come with it). Since I was only a few hundred meters away from the hospital (MCH) and really wasn't feeling well, I decided to pay a visit to the first-aid. I explained to the doctor how I was having the syptoms of anxiety attacks, but that I think that the anxiety attacks are not the problem itself, but rather the cause of something else. Ofcourse, I failed to explain what something else is, again. He told me that he thinks that the feelings that I get before the anxiety attacks are in itself, in fact, anxiety in some form. He also told me that they couldn't do the tests that are fit to my situation right there and then, but that his guess is that it's a purely psychological affection... neurological tops.
Great, another person that tells me to go see a shrink. I know I'm crazy, damnit. That's not the friggin' issue here.