Anxiety
Last night, for no particular reason, MAJOR panic attack. Took double my usual dose of clonozapam to calm me down. Nothing big triggered it; just reminder of one more thing I volunteered for coming up at the end of the month. I work at the school four days a week. I volunteer at the thrift store two days and the seventh day, I wrote for the newspaper. I need to take an actual DO nothing day. But when I have time, I need to start working on the north bedroom now that the windows are in. Steaming wallpaper, patching wood and plaster, painting. . .
Plus the general worry that comes with a 70-year-old husband who definitely isn't as sharp as he used to be but doesn't seem to actively be slipping into dementia.
Life, she is a bitch.
Plus the general worry that comes with a 70-year-old husband who definitely isn't as sharp as he used to be but doesn't seem to actively be slipping into dementia.
Life, she is a bitch.