On a more positive note, I had to do a major start-of-the-month grocery run and wanted to get as much as possible taken care of in one trip, which meant this couldn’t just be the properly-paid-for equivalent of a smash-and-grab; it was going to take some time, around unpredictable other people, with environmental noise, and in a mask. While my stress levels definitely rose, and it took me a bit to level off when I got home, I had no outright panic attack.
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