(March 18, 2014 at 7:41 pm)NoraBrimstone Wrote:(March 18, 2014 at 7:30 pm)Bittersmart Wrote: I used to think it was needles. I don't care for needles, and I can't watch them pierce skin, but I can handle them if I need to get a shot or blood drawn, or whatever. I discovered my real fear is being trapped in an elevator. I found this out when I got trapped in an tiny, stuffy elevator with my sick husband and a pregnant lady with her two screaming children for about 4 minutes. I almost broke down in a panic attack. Now I can't stand getting on elevators. When the doors close, I think they're never going to open again. When I can, I opt for the stairs. I freaking hate elevators.You'd have hated my building when we had the old lift. It used to break down all the time. I had to be rescued by firemen dozens of times before they replaced the thing about 6 or 7 years ago with one that actually works.
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