Ever so slowly, the old anxiety attacks have been rearing their ugly heads again. Most times, I can work through them fairly easily by watching what I'm eating and drinking and doing breathing excercises. That is until this week! On Thursday night and Friday morning I thought I was going to crawl out of my skin!!!

I had to force myself to get out of bed and get ready for work. One of my jobs is working with developmentally disabled folks, taking them into the community, helping with shopping, housework, life skills etc. The job can be difficult enough on a normal day, but when suffering from anxiety, it makes it almost unbearable. I have to keep it from showing itself around my clients, and still go out into the community where it is the absolute LAST place I can handle being when I'm like this.

I reluctantly called my doc for an appointment for a refill on my prescription. It had been over a year since I had it prescribed to me. That's how little I take the med and how little I go to the doc for anything. Her questions to me were extremely irritating. There was no way that I wanted to answer any questions or hear any suggestions about other care available to someone without health insurance (that's right, I have no health insurance). It took every ounce of strength for me not to yell to her...JUST GIVE ME THE SCRIPT AND LET ME OUT OF HERE PLEASE!!!

When I finally left the office, script in hand, I headed for the pharmacy. I drove into the parking lot and quickly drove back out. I couldn't bring myself to go into the store and wait for the script to be filled. I went home and locked my doors, turned off my phone and cried for hours.

On Saturday, I knew I had to fill the prescription, but I just couldn't get motivated to get out the door. It wasn't until 4pm that I finally forced myself to go back to the pharmacy and fill the script.

Today, I am feeling better. I am having the family over for dinner tonight, so I HAVE to get up and moving and doing things.

I have a question of all you anxiety sufferers out there. When you are in the thralls of an attack, does anyone have terrible tingling throughout their body and face? It also feels like something is crawling on my skin and making me itchy. It's about driving me mad(der).