Wound up in the ER at 2 AM fully convinced that I was having a heart attack. EKG, X-ray, and 6 vials of blood later, I learn I'm probably just having a panic attack. They gave me a small prescription for Ativan. Happy to say I only had to take one today, but the night is still young..
Going to call my primary back in the morning... Ask her why she forgot about me.
I can feel the waves of soul crushing depression begin to crash over me.
There's so much I want to say but no one to say it to. Because these are things you only speak when you can be heard and comforted.