My Heart Pounds As the Phone Rings

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This past week, I had an incident come up with my job. While off from my position working as an independent contracter for a company, one of the workers from the company phoned me at home. The phone call startled me. My heart began to pound. I was expecting a fight. I had previously told the company owner I would no longer be available to work for him on Wednesdays. We had left that conversation on Monday with the understanding that he was to call me later Monday if he did indeed have any previously set appointments set for Wednesday. Yet, at the end of the day on Monday no messages had been left on my landline. Nor did Tuesday present a voicemail. Wednesday morning arrived and my chest was arroused by the alarming sound of the telephone ringing. I have to admit, I was afraid to pick it up. Surely, if I did a fight would ensue. Letting the answering machine take it, I wondered if I had done the right thing. It is never fair to ask someone to work at the last minute, especially when an understanding was previously arranged. Instead, worry arrested my thinking. Now it seems as though whenever the phone rings, it causes jumpiness within and a tightness constricts my chest. Perhaps it seems silly, but somehow when the phone rings I am expecting bad news, or as they say, waiting for the shoe to drop. This strange vexation of negative expectation, is it self-propecy? Or did I just know that there was a conflict awaiting on the other end of the line? That conflict did arise to meet me soon enough, but enough about that for now. Perhaps I will share that later. For now I must know about you and your experiences with this enemy of the calm. Have you also experienced this type of anxiety and turmoil in your soul?