This week wasn’t bad. Things overall are better but I’ve still had some episodes of anxiety. It seems like every other day is a better day. I wonder if it’s some type of decompensation. After I spend a day doing a couple of errands or visiting with a friend I feel as though I need a day to recover. I can’t handle a full on booked up week, not working, not playing.
I was able to go out twice this week and be in public. I did some errands, went to my little craft group and made a dreaded phone call. I’m trying to get outside in my garden every few hours anyway. There is always something to do. It makes me feel a little helpful.
Yesterday I had a feeling of dread all day. I just couldn’t help but feel like something bad was going to happen but I just wasn’t sure of what it was. As the day went on I was feeling nauseous. I used to feel that way so much more severely. I used to think depression was more my issue but it’s really anxiety. Worried about……everything.
By the time my husband got home I told him I thought I was having a panic attack and he gave me the biggest hugs. He told me nothing was wrong and everything was going to be ok. He’s always been able to hug me and make everything else melt away. I don’t deserve him.
Migraines this week were not good. I’m running through my triptans too quickly. My second line fiorcette isn’t as effective and I have only a limited amount of that too. I’ve had to take some excederin a few times and even after a week I feel gastritis which feels quite like an ulcer with heart palpitations to boot.
Glad the weekend is here. I don’t have any plans in stone. Next weekend we have a milestone we’re celebrating so next week will be stressful for me. Emotional and stressful. Maybe I’ll share more about this later.