My body is trying to kill me.

In diverse ways. For years. Sometimes the world really is trying to kill me -- like in a near-miss traffic situation. What happens is, once I am well and truly out of that situation, the stress-response hormone (adrenalin?) kicks in, and the brain and gland chemical firehose starts going full blast, with all the secondary symptoms of pulse and blood pressure and probably a headache. Not fun. I would much rather the world just left me alone.