I never liked doing oil changes. But my husband is sick and also I want to force myself to do things and not give in to my anxiety. Anyways, I went to a drive through oil change place. First I was so proud of myself. While waiting in line, the  mechanic came several times to my car to tell me things like I have to change the line. I was doing so great, even driving into the building with guided direction (which I usually hate) was going well. 

So I live in the States but English is my second language. After the oil change was done the mechanic told me a bunch of technical things and advised me to go to a different car place to get something checked. Due to English being my second language i didn’t quite understand what’s wrong with my car. I asked him: What exactly do I need to get checked out at a car place? He looked at me and said: Did you not even listen to anything I just told you? And then my anxiety kicked in, my heart beat so fast and I couldn’t speak. I just starred at him and said: yes I did listen…. After that I couldn’t say any more words, I was speechless. My brain wanted to say, English is my second English but my mouth couldn’t speak.

Anyways, I still have no clue what’s wrong with my car and also I will never ever go to do an oil change again. I tried, I failed.