13,004 Days Alive
3 Crying Jags
2 Soft Tacos
1 Road Trip to Take Tomorrow
Today was a bad day. For reasons I don’t want to talk about, I had a massive panic attack at work today. Like, dry heaving into the wastebasket, crying uncontrollably, unable to breathe for way too long panic attack.
I got through it. J helped me remember my breathing. Chelé checked in on me afterwards to make sure I was relatively okay. But it was awful. And I’d rather not have it happen again.
Other than that, I’m off after work tomorrow to see the Orlando fam. We’ll be celebrating Mal’s birthday with his foster parents and the girls, Bubbles, Baby Bubble, and Little Bee.
I should get to bed. I have to be up really early for work tomorrow. Not only do I have to go in early, but I have a doctor’s appointment at nine.
Take your meds, folks.
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