Thursday, June 19, 2008

Storms and Panic Attacks

So I had been having dreams that I was killed in a tornado. Dreams like that aren't fun, but they are especially distressing when you find yourself in a strange town, at night, in the dark, surrounded by fields and not much else, with no one else on the road and a storm that looks like the Apocalypse on the horizon.

I had to travel to Freeport, Illinois last week for business. It was a five hour drive at most. I noticed about two hours into it that the sky looked active. But I didn't see anything particularly alarming. That is until I hit Sterling at about 8:30 pm. What had been my cloudy but unstormy sky turned BLACK! THUNDEROUS! ILLUMINATED WITH LIGHTENING! Maybe the recent rash of storms, tornadoes, and flooding in the Midwest had my hackles up, but seeing that storm and remembering my dreams brought a feeling of doom that I had never experienced.

I called John. He checked the radar, and informed me that there was a tornado watch and a big red radar blob between my current location and my destination. Yeah. I'm looking at that big red blob I informed him.

I was traveling parallel to the storm. I thought, if I only kept that heading, I would be fine. Two miles later, my Garmin instructed me to turn left. Into the storm. That's when the panic attack hit. I had never voluntarily driven myself into danger before. I was in the middle of nowhere. There was no place to take shelter, although the warning on the radio was directing me to TAKE SHELTER IMMEDIATELY. The only other cars I saw on the road were ones heading toward me, away from the storm.



Since I had no choice but to continue my drive, with no idea where I was and no place to pull over unless I wanted to knock on a stranger's door and invite myself in for dinner, I kept on toward my final destination still 40 miles away.

I gripped the steering wheel, tried to calm my panic telling myself I was being silly, and prayed and prayed and prayed.

I also started talking to my Grandma Kirby. She was a force to be reckoned with on Earth, so I figured from heaven she could do unfathomable things to get me through the storm. Every time lightening lit up the sky, I imagined it was her answering me and consoling me and telling me I would be fine. I could imagine her talking to God, saying, "You stop that storm right now. My baby is down there scared."

As the miles and minutes ticked by, I occasionally spotted a car and said, "See. You're not the only idiot on the road." I was, however, the only idiot driving into the storm. The rain pounded, the thunder roared, the wind blew my car and the lightening continued to flash. I kept my eyes on the road and sky, wondering if I would have time to pull over and lay in a ditch when the tornado dropped out of the sky.

It took over an hour to drive that last 40 miles. But I finally made it to my hotel six and a half hours after I started my drive. I've never been so happy to see a Hampton Inn as I was that night. I called John to inform him I was safe. And I cried. A lot. I had worked myself into a frenzy brought on by the darkness, seclusion, storm warnings, and recent death dreams.

When I woke up that morning, the night before was already fading into the background. But, the extra wrinkles on my face and sprout of gray hairs reminded me of how terrified I was. I again said a thank you to God and my grandma, and vowed never to drive to Freeport, Illinois again.

7 comments:

mysecondjournal said...

OK..that was some scary stuff. It's as if I was sitting in the car with you..although if I was I would have been saying stuff like.. "Oooo Heather, did you see the cloud dip? Is that a tornado dropping? Wait! Let me get my camera"...and you would have been too pissed at me to be scared about the storm.

Kellan said...

I would have been scared to death! I know you were scared, but this was hysterical to me - your grandma and all and that cute little picture!!! I'm glad you made it safe!

Thanks too for your sweet and supportive comment today - you are a good friend. Take care - Kellan

utmomof5 said...

How freaky!! I am so glad you are safe!! I think I would have called and cried to my hubby too. Nice picture BTW :)

laughingatchaos said...

Damn, girl, I wish you'd pulled over somewhere...anywhere! I, Queen of Dubious Driving Decisions in Western Illinois, say this. ; ) I'm so glad you're ok! That strip of Illinois gets some mean storms. Whew.

Angie said...

Was that by any chance on Friday? The same day that the boys and I almost got stuck at some airport trying to get home to see Daddy?

Last weekend we had two neighbors lose all or part of their trees due to the bad storms ripping through here.

KEEP BELIEVING

Robin said...

I drove through a scary storm once. All I could think of was my Driver's Ed Teacher's advice, "Never drive during a tornado, get out of your car and lie in a ditch." I looked at the only ditch which was between the lanes of the interstate and thought I would rather take my chances while encased in steel. I tightened my seat belt and kept driving.

Later I found out the tornado had ripped the roof off of a building probaly not a quarter mile away from where I was.

Damama T said...

I'm so glad you made it through and back home safely. You don't look much like a Dorothy and I'm betting those red shoes were a bi$*& to walk in. ;o) Love the artwork.

And about your grandmother: do you remember that one moment when you had a weird chill run from the top of your head all the way down to your feet? That was her making sure you knew she was there with you (kissing the top of your head like she use to do when you were little??); giving you the strength and courage to keep going. (Take that for what it's worth. My psychic friend was on the phone when I was reading this and told me to tell you. She's usually not far off with that stuff. Let me know if she's wrong this time so I can rub it in! LOL!)