I went too slowly, too casuoituly. I remember wanting to say, Of course I'm cautious. I am nervous and not breathing correctly and I can't think straight. Also, the other cars are too close. These days, on days when my migraine preventatives me want to fall over, or when migraines threaten me, I am really, really grateful that I don't drive. It's much easier for me to bike or take the bus, even in areas where public transportation is poorly managed. If I run into a stop sign I thought was five feet to my right on a bike, I give myself new bruises. With a car I don't want to imagine that type of destruction.You having a panic attack while driving is horrible, especially since no one cared enough to see if you were all right.