Or just have a heart attack. Or a panic attack. Something is going on in my heart and chest and I'm not the least bit happy about it. I'm resisting the urge to go to Urgent Care because I know I'm probably just being stupid, but I need to at least call my psych doctor and ask wtf is going on with my meds. In the meantime, I have to skip class and hope that this goes away soon enough to allow me to get more than the three hours of sleep I got last night, take Trinity to the vet at 2:00, and still get a paper turned in by 5:00. Apologies and thanks to Trevor (for a 1:30 and a 3:30am call), my father (for a 3:30-5:30am call--1:30-3:30 his time), and Wren (for telling me what to do and making sure that happy movies and foods and relaxation were available). Ugh.
27 February 2008
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