Not much to tell, toots. Went through my mom's stuff with my sis, got a little teeny bit of jewelry and a shawl. Caught up on our dysfunctional family life.
Went back to therapy.
Not sleeping, not eating much, lost 7 pounds (the upside of depression, lol! I feel like crap, but I look fabulous! Not).
Tried to go back to work yesterday, walked in the door, got sent home because there are already two subs in my place, and it is irrelevant for me to even be there--burst into tears, got told I looked like crap and they are worried about me, and to go get a doctor's note saying not to come back. As I still have a month there left (why won't they just let me go?!)
I got an emergency appointment at my doctor. Had an abnormally fast pulse. She gave me an EKG, and it was abnormal (because I was having a panic attack, hello!) She wanted to send me to the ER via ambulance. I was like, um, no, cuz it's a panic attack and I will have a legit heart attack once I get that bill. Let me calm down, do some yogic breathing, and you can re-EKG me.
And so I did, and so she did, and it was normal. And she wrote me an excuse for a week off. Better than nothing!
Last night I slept, for the first time in I don't know how long, and without meds to boot. And I feel all right, today. Living la vida loca, betches!! (literally, ha!)![]()


