A day in the life at the Gleason Zoo

It is a quiet night here at our house.  Ken brought home the plague from Tennessee.  He went to bed at around 7 and I haven't seen him since. Unfortunately, Hunter has it now, Cade has it (though is fairing quite well) and my stomach is a little rough.  Hoping Alexa avoids it!  But, seeing as her immune system is as crappy as mine, that is probably a pipe dream.  I really hope we all shake it before our interview on channel 7 this Tuesday!! I started my new antidepressant today, so hopefully that kicks in soon.  I've been on this one once before, and it didn't work...however, I didn't really give it much of a chance.  I've learned a lot since then, and with this kind of med, you need to give it longer than a few days to work. I'm thinking I'm going to follow the family to bed.  Hunter had a rough night last night, and I anticipate tonight may not be much better.  Here is hoping that I'm wrong!!

Once again, back on the horse. For someone who enjoys writing as much as I do, it is a shame I don't do it more often.  I have a few minutes before dinner, so I figure now is a good time to get started. Right now, my anxiety and panic is 100% out of control.  I was doing pretty well until I miscarried.  After that happened, my world seemed to truly fall apart.  I started experiencing a great deal of stomach pain.  On top of that, my panic attacks gradually started increasing. For those who have never had a panic attack, let me enlighten you.  It starts off as a feeling that something isn't right.  Just a general feeling of anxiousness.  Your legs start to get restless. Pretty soon, your heart starts beating faster, you start to sweat, you have trouble breathing and thoughts race through your head.  Not pretty thoughts either.  Thoughts that include every terrible thing that has ever happened to you.  They can consist of over analyzing your panic symptoms.  My chest hurts!