The Time I Had Mental Breakdown at Pottery Barn

(Yes, two posts in one day. I’m sorry, but, I have to share this)(Because even though this is kind of a Debbie Downer, I personally think it's hilarious. Because only I could have a breakdown at PB)(Please laugh with me. Please.)

So, today is kind of rough. One of my bff’s is going through some stuff, and I had quite possibly the worst day at work, and I'm not going to get to see my husband all weekend and I am fighting a cold from hell aka I still have a cough but it’s an awesome ab workout.

Armed with my need for instant gratification, I mosied on over to Sephora on my lunch break. Truth be told, I needed new face wash (Bliss The Youth As We Know It) and needed to get out of my office.

On the way to Sephora, I passed the Pottery Barn store. I peered in the window to see if they had the throw pillows I’d been stalking for six months in the store. They did! Mental note, swing by PB on the way out.

I make a couple laps through Sephora trying perfumes and such since my favorite is a limited edition and lord help me what will I wear?! And then it happened. I couldn’t bend my knee. I could hardly walk. A pain I was all too familiar with came racing back. IT Band. Effff.

I tried to walk it off and that didn’t help. It hurt more.

I made my purchases and headed off to Pottery Barn. It would be ok. I was just imaging things because the sales associates at Sephora were circling like hawks and I just wanted my face wash damnit! The stress was causing me to imagine the pain.

I see the pillows I’ve been stalking and I love them even more in person. Yay! I do a cursory lap through the store and find some other items I want to look at for the den and maybe the guest bedroom. But, those can all wait.

I’m utterly in love with these pillows and cannot wait to get home and put them on the sofa. Also, the dogs will be banned from the sofa starting now.

As I’m clutching my two pillows and a candle, my leg locks up. AGAIN. This time so badly that I have to sit down (thank you Pottery Barn for having furniture in your store). I drop my items and attempt to slyly stretch and or massage my leg. I’m sure that didn’t look awkward at all.

After a few minutes, it still hurts and I’ve got to get back to the office.

Feeling defeated, I limp to the register where the very nice sales manager made the terrible mistake of asking “And how are you today?”.

To which I replied “I’mnotdoingsowellmyleghurtsandIthinkI’minjuredagainandit’snotfair
becauseallIwanttodoisrunandIcan’tbecauseI’vebeensickandnowIfeelbetterbutIcan’tevenwalk
andIhatemybodyI’mtooyoungforthisandwaaahhhhh”.

(in case you didn’t get that, it was: I’m not doing so well, my leg hurts and I think I’m injured again and it’s not fair because all I want to do is run and I can’t because I’ve been sick and now feel better but I can’t even walk and I hate my body and I’m too young for this and wahhhhh)

And then he asked if I wanted the pillow inserts which are crazy expensive but because I basically had a psychotic episode I figured I’d give PB the extra cash and buy the inserts that cost as much as my first apartments rent.

And that, my friends, is how I had a psychotic episode at Pottery Barn.

(Honestly y'all, I'm cracking up at this situation. Although it is a literally painful reminder that this year might not be my great racing year as I had hoped. It's ok. I'll get over it. And probably buy more pillows)