I was in another state for a board meeting. After 4 days of intense meetings I was more then ready to come home. I had a delay with my flight for about 5 hours. So that pushed my departure time to 11 pm. I was sitting at the gate waiting and fell asleep. No one tried to wake me and I missed the flight. To my horror I woke up at 12:10 am and realized I was alone. I was scared out of my mind. Now I have another meeting in September and I am afraid to go, but I refuse to lose anything more to this disease. That is the other thing that gets me, why do they call it a disorder? It makes it sound like it is not very bad.