You have to laugh and I am so glad I have found humour out of yesterday. I had to pop into a local shopping centre to pick up a prescription. The car park was busy so had to park at the top of the car park. Ordinarily I would take the stairs but there was work being done on them, so they were out of action. Leaving me no option but to take the lift.
This was my first outing out this week on my own in public since being signed off. I've had a real mixed week! So to say I was anxious going out was an understatement but here I was waiting for the lift down to the shops. I get in along with another lady who was probably slightly younger than me. We get to the ground floor and the doors don't open! Nervous laughter takes over between us. You can hear the doors trying to open but nothing. My lift partner tries to send the lift back up but it goes no where. A flash of panic flashes through both our eyes. We press the emergency call button and thankfully it was answered straight away. We explain that we're stuck and are reassured someone will be with us as soon as possible.
At this point I'm not going to lie...I was stood thinking this can only happen to me on my first time out when I'm feeling at my most heightened. My lift buddy and I make small talk and I'm honest with her that I suffer with severe anxiety and she also confides she's claustrophobic. You just couldn't make it up...so here we are stood in our stuck tin box, confiding in each other, we're strangers but the situation means we're immediately friends. I find it ironic that I struggle to tell people I have anxiety and here I am discussing it with a stranger.
After about 15 minutes we're released from the lift! My lift companion vanishes off and I stand to take a moment. I smile that despite how I've been feeling, I survived being stuck in a lift...albeit for a short time but I got out and I was fine.
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