Hrmph, the fading of anxiety yesterday turned out to be a temporary thing. It came back nearly as soon as I patted myself on the back for weathering it. And speaking of backs, the rash is back too — sigh! It’s still not particularly itchy, but it is tender. I’ll probably waffle a bit the next day or two on booking an appointment, but I probably should if it’s come back. ¬¬
I’m trying to big myself up to go out for a tiny bit tonight, but I’m still not feeling it. It probably didn’t help that I slept in this morning — whups. But then, I’d been fighting that for over a week now, so it had to happen eventually. I’m still incredibly relieved that I didn’t trigger a panic attack at being ‘behind’ myself; I’ve got my things I do in the morning in their certain order, and starting off a few hours late risked being very stressful for my charmingly borked brain.
Anyways, it’s not like I’m going to have to drive if we go out tonight, so it should hopefully be okay… I think. I hope! I’ve not left the house in over a week, so it might, yanno… be a good thing to do. We’ll see. Think good thoughts for me pulling it off and all of that, ’cause yeah… right on edge. Though having said that, I might have to see a kettle about some chamomile tea…
I hope everyone is having a decent-to-awesome day out there.