Another Movie Review... and a diagnosis

So, my children were taken by my sister and brother-in-law earlier this evening for a two day sleepover. As they say... when the kids are away, mom and dad can finally play! So, we decided to go see a late movie. I actually suggested this. This is a new thing for me. I know Louis has really wanted to see Ironman, and I was actually intrigued by it also. I wasn't disappointed, but there is some tasteful editing I would've liked to do. At any rate, it was a pretty good show and really made my husband happy to know that I would go with him to watch his movie. Anyways... on to the diagnosis. I suffer from anxiety. I would say acute anxiety. Now, let me clarify this, I have not been diagnosed by a doctor or any other such thing. No, I just figured this out on my own. I also might add that my husband has diagnosed me as a hypochondriac. Whatever. I notice a peculiar pattern with the onsets of my anxiety. They occur quite frequently, but only after a few consistent events. The two uppmost in my mind are telephone calls beginning, "Hello, Sister Koberstein...." and the second being movies. Not just any movie, but particularly one of my husband's choice. In general these have turned out ok in the end, and some have even become favorites with sentimental value. For example, The Hunt For Red October. Now this classic movie caused me much anxiety, but we also watched it to celebrate our one year anniversary. A while back I came upstairs to find him watching this movie, plopped down on the couch next to him and reminisced about our "romantic" one year anniversary. Other favorites include The Great Escape, some Indiana Jones adventures, Stargate SG-1, and Gattica. One of my not-so-favorites was Mission Impossible 3. This took a lot of coaxing to get me to agree to sit down and watch it. Let me tell you that I knew I was in for it when the music began and my heart rate accelerated to 50000 beats per second... and remained there until an hour after the movie, at which point I lay in bed certain that someone was in the basement coming upstairs to plant a bomb in my brain, looked up to see the door moving and screamed, scared Kaylee to death and even caused Louis to take a quick sharp breath. Yes, folks, I don't need horror movies, just a good action packed film. Next time I let my hubby choose the flick, I think I'll have a dose of blood pressure meds or something. I won't be surprised if I die of a heartattack.... on a date, at the movies, with Louis.