Fucking Invisible Diseases
So, we are on vacation in beautiful Destin, FL. Today we are going to pull out and head home. Why are we leaving a day early? Yesterday was a great
day. We hit the beach, hubby with his new metal detector and me with my sifting scoop to sift the sand away from his finds. Earler that day, I had been exhausted and didnt feel quite right. Little did I know what was around the corner.
We finally get back to the camper after a late lunch and Steven goes back to the beach to detect some more, I lie on the couch, get comfy, and settle down for some reading.
You know, it's funny how your body has vastly different ideas.
Full blown panic attack. I had it all. The sweat, the numbness of the fingers, the hot flashes, the traveling tension, and the IBS. I took my quick med and it worked a bit, but found that it has been over anyear since I last refilled them, the potency had worn out. Some of it was still there and helped me manage the symptoms as opposed to wiping them away, like usual.
I am so grateful for my husband who did everything perfect. It really, really sucks.