So like, I wrote my blog post yesterday, and I was all ‘Yeah cool, survived a panic attack, no big deal.’ And then I had another one. What. the fuck. I have never had two before in the same day. Hell, I’m not sure I’ve had two before in the same year. They’re seriously not a common thing for me in spite of how bad my baseline anxiety is. Did I mention I wasn’t anxious in the slightest yesterday when either of them started off? Yeah…
And of course, being a second one, I managed to convince myself that I was having a heart attack and going to die. Well, not quite that far afield, but I was really starting to be concerned. My husband talked me into going and taking a bath in case it was heat exhaustion or something from being out so long on Saturday. It did the trick of distracting me while that one wore off, so good on him (and also good on bat for trying to help in that regard but accidentally hitting a rather severe trigger. Whups).
I’m fine today, outside of obsessively rechecking my surgery’s website to see if my new prescriptions have come in. They haven’t. It’s more annoying for knowing that it’ll be two days after they get the prescription before it’s ready… that’s what I get for not taking my pre-pay prescription card to the hospital last week. My ass doesn’t usually get handed to me for missing a prescription change over a couple of days, but damn. I guess it’s being self-kicked hard this time. But as I said — the doctor felt that I was way up the hypomania scale, and I guess my body-brain are agreeing with that (even if the conscious me isn’t really sure what the heck is going on).
Blargh. But hey, it could be worse… it could always be worse. *nodnods*
For now, gonna yawn and knit. Hope y’all are well.