And lo, I say to thee...WTF?

What the hell am I thinking?

I'm twenty-seven. Yep. Old.

On Saturday, my other half and I decided to go to the cinema to see Prince Caspian, since there was a special showing at 10am. Since I'm extremely agoraphobic, this was to be my first trip outside in seven weeks, and I was understandably nervous.

The medication I've been taking, called paroxetine has been helping me cope with the panic attacks, but they didn't stop the nausea and sleeplessness of the night before, so I was excited, but feeling ill.

We took a cab to the cinema, got there 20 minutes early, and queued up. We got to the counter and I asked for 2 tickets to see Prince Caspian, only to be told that we wouldn't be permitted to see the showing because, and I quote, 'Sorry, but I can't let you enter because it's a family showing and you haven't got any children with you.'.

WTF???

There had been nothing about a family showing needing children, which greatly discriminates against a family like ours. To make it even worse, I had a prolapse yesterday and was told I might need a hysterectomy, at my age! Which will mean I can never have kids.

But, I digress, and I have no intention to go down that road just yet.

However, as luck would have it, on the way to the cinema, my other half had noticed that the brand new university which had been built was having an open day. So, since we were out, finally, I agreed to go take a look. Hey, we were out, weren't we?

So, we walked to the university, stopping along the way for a drink (mmmmn white hot chocolate!), and had a look around.

I panicked a bit inside, since there were so many people, but I wasn't sick or anything, (Thank goodness!), just a detour for about ten minutes in the toilet while I tried to calm my breathing down.

Anyhow, by the end of the day, I'd attended two lectures by myself (Woohoo! Go me!), since they clashed with the course one that Tony wanted to take a look at and I managed to persuade him (by the skin of my teeth, and only after he vetted the tutor I would be going with) that if I wanted to eventually take courses I'd be in the room without him and this was a good trial run, he finally agreed. (Isn't he just so sweet?)

I attended the lectures on English and on History, and I spoke to the tutors who said that they'd have no problems combining the courses so I could do both of them, and part-time at that, and when I told them about the agoraphobia and the panic attacks and about the medication making me fall asleep at odd times, they didn't mind! I can't believe it.

So it seems as though, come next September, I'm going to be going to university.

God, I'm terrified!

When I've enrolled properly, I'm apparently going to have to see someone about doing a risk assessment, but that doesn't seem to bad, since the woman I spoke to, called Judith, was very nice.

Aw hell. I'm going to be a university student at 27, well...28 by then.

Dear Lord. What am I getting myself into?