Cindy
15-04-2008, 10:32 PM
Ever have an emotional hangover from the day before. That's me today.
I started yesterday in a complete panic attack. I had to go get my Mom and run an errand with her and I was short circuiting every where. I was shaking like a leaf, couldn't think straight, my heart was racing, couldn't breath, and I had to get it together and leave the house. I had a million things on my mind but none were focused and each thought felt like a physical blow. The IBS kicked in.
What did I do - plow through - grabbed my stuff and left the house totally disoriented, freaking out, and trying to breathe. I must of looked like a hyperventilating maniac on the road. It took me three hours to come off the ceiling. Then I had to stay focused to get a grip so the day wouldn't repeat itself by getting the list written and doing the deeds. Whew- what a day.
On top of it, I went to my psychiatrist for the monthly check in - he is new to me - what a screwed up session that was. He was saying things to me that were so far off the mark, he was clueless. I've decided he is really odd. I haven't decided if he listens to me or not, time will tell.
By the time I got home last night - I just needed to float - Today may be a rerun atleast for the morning - you got it, Mom again. This afternoon will be recovery!
I started yesterday in a complete panic attack. I had to go get my Mom and run an errand with her and I was short circuiting every where. I was shaking like a leaf, couldn't think straight, my heart was racing, couldn't breath, and I had to get it together and leave the house. I had a million things on my mind but none were focused and each thought felt like a physical blow. The IBS kicked in.
What did I do - plow through - grabbed my stuff and left the house totally disoriented, freaking out, and trying to breathe. I must of looked like a hyperventilating maniac on the road. It took me three hours to come off the ceiling. Then I had to stay focused to get a grip so the day wouldn't repeat itself by getting the list written and doing the deeds. Whew- what a day.
On top of it, I went to my psychiatrist for the monthly check in - he is new to me - what a screwed up session that was. He was saying things to me that were so far off the mark, he was clueless. I've decided he is really odd. I haven't decided if he listens to me or not, time will tell.
By the time I got home last night - I just needed to float - Today may be a rerun atleast for the morning - you got it, Mom again. This afternoon will be recovery!