12,681 Days Alive
5 Hours of Sleep
1 Day Long Panic Attack
I’ve been having an anxiety attack pretty much since this morning. Tight chest, anxious but exhausted, the whole head pounding and neck tight bs. At least I was pretty sure it wasn’t a heart attack this time.
I was four minutes late to work because I fell back asleep this morning. My boss, Miss A, was totally cool about it because I am almost never late. But still, it felt like the rest of the day was off rhythm because of it.
I am absolutely wiped out. I tried to go to bed early last night. I’ve been having another fibromyalgia flare up so my pain levels have been at a solid seven for almost a week now. It’s exhausting. Taking a shower last night made me want to throw up.
I’m trying to just power through with caffeine and taking cat naps at lunch, when I need to, but I feel like I’m burning the candle at both ends.
At least I have something to look forward to this month: my birthday. A few people have awesomely gotten me things off my Amazon Wishlist and it’s made things really cool.
DW got me the Complex PTSD workbook I wanted. So far I’ve only done one of the prompts. I haven’t had the energy to do more. And it’s all heavy stuff? I should schedule a follow up appointment with Vickie sometime this week. Maybe that’ll be my goal for the week: set up a follow up appointment with her before Friday night.
I’m going to go read for a bit, I think. Need to decompress a bit.
Take your meds, folks.