Anxiety has me on the ground and the black dog is standing over me ready to rip my throat out at any second. I felt it creeping up from behind 2 days ago and it pounced on me yesterday and I knew to get ready because it was going to knock me into next week. I can't answer the door; I can't answer the telephone and I will only leave my house for very specific things and then I have to talk myself through it. If someone, and I don't give damn if it's friend or foe has the audacity to show up at my door -- screw 'em they can turn right around and go back the way they came. My stomach shakes inside and my brain flutters. I feel like I'm hyperventilating and my hands shake a little, but mostly it's the stomach and brain thing. I have taken my meds accordingly and have put in a call to my pdoc.
I have promised a friend I would take her to the doctor today, a 3 hr round trip drive. I know I'll never be able to pull it off without her picking up on my insanity and I'm going to tell her to take a flying leap. There's no doubt in my mind that that's what's going to happen. God I just want this day to be over so I can come back and hide out in my room under the covers where nothing can get me.