Getting anxiety attacks during super cool awesome times is like getting a gigantic headache at Christmas time. Everything is still really rad....but there is it....a gloomy little wrinkle in things.
I am no stranger to these little fuckers and I will say that I am so so glad that my anxiety attacks aren't that bad.....but they are still pretty sucky.
Now, a lot has changed these past few weeks. All positive. All amazing. BUT...it's still change and I can't help but think that my little mind is processing it all. One little one, here and there is ok...but when you are in a perpetual cycle of deep breathing, jitters and sweat it suuuuuucks. If only there was a pill for such things.
Uh....wait. Yep. There is in fact a pill for that. A pill where the ONLY side effect is no more panic attacks.
Seeing my family doctor always results in three things. A pap test, my vagina being pinched in the speculum and disapproving looks. I'll be honest, part of me thinks (worries?) that my 65 year old doctor will think I'm a tramp for having a maintained nether region. Anyway, I knew there would be some friction between us as my legs are covered in bruises so I knew that I had to tell him about derby (he doesn't approve).
BUT....off I went with my little script.
And all is exactly well.
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