@mak_trouble891, you did better than me if you only had one panic attack. I had one of those (while in line for a Q&A in the main theatre), which my friends dealt with my distracting me and creating a bubble of space around me. When we were asked to bunch up, my friends informed the volunteer that was a very bad idea because I have claustrophobia – which the mother in line next to us decided meant she should inform me that “if you really have claustrophobia,then you shouldn’t come to things like this dear”…. In my fabulous mental state my overly defensive response went something like “Well if you have small <expletive> children, you shouldn’t <expletive> bring them out in public if you don’t want them to <expletive> hear swear words”.
Additionally, after a sudden stop brought on by people who stepped directly in front of me and them came to a halt in the middle of a moving path, I managed to pull on some old scar tissue in my ankle causing my agony and swelling. This resulted in the St John’s team having to tend to me and issue two chairs (one for my butt, the other for my foot) for usage in the 6-hour long Stan Lee autograph queue. So much explaining by me and the paramedic (who really wanted to take me to the hospital despite my determination to stay), to every volunteer in the vicinity who wanted the chairs back in the auditorium. Also, so embarrassing to be the only person is said queue sitting (but hey, I still got to meet the God of comics, so I’ll take my pain).
OzComicon last year was a much better experience – the lines and queuing were much more under control (at least from what I could tell with my privilege pass), and I managed not to injure myself. I even worked up the nerve to ask questions in the panels. (Okay, maybe it’s not all Supanova’s fault that my experience wasn’t awesome)