It took taking Ativan (which my Pdoc hates) twice throughout the day, but I got up, bathed (including the toothies) and went to the office and trained a new employee. I don't know where this energy and drive came from but it was so wonderful to function like a (well almost) normal person...whatever that is.

I definitely wouldn't have made it without the Ativan and I can't figure out why my Pdoc hates it when I take it. I have anxiety attacks so bad that I usually end up in bed after I've tried to venture out into the world without it.

But it was a very good day. It was probably sometime last October when I had my last good day. This was great...I almost don't want to go to sleep...I guess if I don't take my sleep meds I won't have to...but there will be hell to pay come tomorrow morning.

What a GOOD day!

Missi