Worried to death

Have you ever heard the phrase "worried to death" from your parents? I remember whenever i heard that i'd laugh inwardly wondering how someone can worry too much and just plain die. it'd be comical to see someone go for 15 minutes of worrying and suddenly stop moving and drop to the floor. i'd have mixed emotions of laughing and being concerned.

why would i suddenly write about this, you might ask? well, i just experienced being worried to death again and it's probably the first time i'm documenting it.

the situation was as follows. we were invited to attend a birthday party of a friend of hunny's, which happens to be near my place. Hunny decided to drive over and pick me up instead of having me do the driving again. When we got to the party, she had a bit too much to drink and was feeling tipsy already.

when we left the party, i took the car keys and drove out of her friend's subdivision. We had a brief stop over to buy some bread and what nots. it was supposed to be a nightcap sort of thing so that we could sober up. ( i was pretty sober already because i stopped drinking after my 4th glass and kept drinking soda after).

i drove to my house. on the way there, i kept asking if she needed coffee, water, or soup. i would have wanted to have soup with her so that she wouldn't feel as tipsy as she did. she insisted on driving home despite the tipsiness she felt. i had to let her go but i made her promise to send me an SMS as soon as she gets home.

an hour passes by and i am feeling extremely worried because the drive to her house from my house won't take 20 minutes given that there are no cars on the road at this time. my stomach was all in knots and i couldn't shake the feeling that something could have happened to her. what was so scary was that she cracked a joke before we parted ways saying "well, if i get into an accident, you'll read about it in the newspapers". i told her that i didn't like that kind of joke.

i tried calling her cellphone but no one was answering. i called around seven to ten times. i decided to get out of the house, jump into my car and try looking for her.

as i neared an intersection, i saw an ambulance headed somewhere. i panicked because i thought it could be her car. it's possible that she did not make it home safe. as i was following the ambulance, i tried to call her on her cellphone again. this time she answered that she just came from the bathroom.

i told her how worried i was and explained why i was feeling upset and a little angry about what happened. it's not the first time she forgot to text when she got home, which got me worried about her again. we agreed to talk about this tomorrow when i'm feeling less agitated and crazy about what happened.

i guess right now i can be classified as someone who's worried sick. earlier, i swear if i had heart problems, i would've already died then and there. i know now, more than ever, how it is to be worried to death. i see my parents in a whole different light now.