WaitingMature

It was a Thursday, and we couldn't see Idina until Sunday. The only reason we'd been able to see her Thursday was because it was Thanksgiving (hence the pumpkin pie with whipped cream on top). I hated the thought of having to wait all weekend to see my sister, but somehow, the weekend passed without being absolutely unbearable.

Oh, the crazy things you can recall even when the rest is somewhat blurry. I remember sitting on the couch in our hotel suite, reading J. R. R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings. And going out for Starbuck's coffee and saving the little plastic cup they gave me a sample in. And drinking a huge bottle of root beer. And when my mom bought me little sticks of pepperjack cheese. Out of all the things going on during those days of waiting to see Idina, those little details are what I can remember the most. Crazy, huh?

Soon enough, though, the mundane would pale in comparison of the worst nightmare I'd ever had - and the onset of the worst panic attack I'd had yet.

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