I submit terrational. Being in a state of irrational terror.
You know, like when you find a roach crawling up your arm, and you nearly kill yourself trying to get it away. Or when you look up your symptoms on Google and discover that ten different types of cancer display those symptoms (along with the common cold.)
Just recently, I had the bottom veiny part of my wrist crushed up against the metal part of my desk for about a half a minute. That left a red mark. I know I'm fine, but the thought that I may have accidentally broke something won't evict itself from my mind. I'm terrational