Went to the pound shop for three things, didn't have any cash on me so went to pay by card but they wouldn't take a card payment for less than £5 I had to walk away, I could feel the panic rising but I needed the stuff so grabbed two things off the shelves that looked useful (tiny colander and waterproof dog mat anyone, I don't even have a dog!) paid and was getting fuzzy round the edges, couldn't breath and feeling faint, felt like my heart was being crushed but I had ds with me and he's only three so couldn't let it show too much, I told him mummy was poorly and can he help mummy? The utter darling led me through the carpark to the car (along paths there was no actual road or carpark to cross) then held my hand tight while I unlocked the car and went and sat really nice and quiet in his seat with his book while I tried to recover, the worst part only lasted 10-15 min then I strapped him in and was calm enough to drive home, he's having his nap now while I try and distract myself enough to get rid of the residual ball o panic in my throat.
I'm so ashamed though that my three year old ds had to help me
