I don’t panic. I can recall exactly one time I started to panic, then chilled myself out. I was stuck, trapped in a confined space where nobody would have been able to rescue me. After collecting my wits, I extracted myself.
Then today. This morning, I was hacking up a lung, recovering from my recent sinus infection. I thought. I drove to Houston for the day, and didn’t think twice about breathing clearly all day. Then I came back to the Hill Country. Just past Washington County, maybe about Bastrop, and I had to fight off the onset of for-real panic. My lungs were filling up with crap and I didn’t realize it until I had to calm myself. I thought for a moment I was freaking out about driving through the gloaming, but I LOVE driving. Dusk, dawn, day, night, rain, hail, fair weather, whatever. I love it. I wouldn’t panic about it! It was my inability to respirate.
P.S., the drivers in Houston ALL speed. Even the metro buses are going 15% over the speed limit. But they are courteous. Unlike the jerks on the road around here.