I’ve had a very tiring day.  I’ve been run through the ringer and I’m exhausted.  So I should be able to get to sleep, right?  Haha, nope.  Buzzed as fuck!  I just want to shut myself off, that’s all. *cries*

Today I got to take a ride on the Anxiety Train!  I had a panic attack.  I’ve had them for many, many years, but this one threw me for a loop, so much so that I actually ended up in the ER.  Go me. 

I used to joke that I was the only person I knew that could have an anxiety attack with a completely straight face.  I got a pounding heart, tight chest and short breath for about ten minutes, and then business as usual.  No big fuss.  This was that plus numbness, shakiness and dizziness, and it got progressively worse over about three hours.  I think that was the part that finally got me to get my butt to the hospital, that it just kept ramping up until I was wondering exactly how much my heart could actually stand.  I mean, I didn’t honestly think I would have a heart attack, I’m only 30, but I figured I was at least doing it some damage.  So, yup.  I got to spend the last 5 hours in an emergency room, pulled my husband out of work and tried not to feel like I had just cried wolf.  Now I have prescriptions for hypertension, anxiety and a hospital bill that I can

stress

over

Yeah, so apparently I drove to work with a bra I had flung into the backseat over Memorial Day weekend.  Didn’t see it there until 5 o’clock.  Yes, bosses and coworkers, I am a professional worthy of your esteem.  OTL