At a coffee shop now, rewarding myself for getting through it (sort of). They did a second diagnostic procedure. All looks fine, it's not that, but they had a male doctor coming in to discuss and possibly do more (THANK GOD that part didn't happen or I would have totally lost it as I have major trauma there), but even having her (the lady who did the procedure) tell me that sent me into a panic attack, so I laid there in the interim and tried to breathe, stop crying and pull my **** together).


So then I come out, go to the bus stop, and have the bus pull away just as I'd finished crossing the street. Then the next one was supposedly cancelled, so it was going to be a long wait, which is when I decided to walk up to the coffee shop. Where they got my (not complicated) order wrong. Twice. Whatever. Day can only get better, right? Right?


Oh how I hate having BDD and PTSD. I've been lately thinking I've got it *somewhat* together, then this just showed me once again that I really do not have it together at all...