Hullo luv,
I wish I could take you in my arms right now myself and help you through this. I only just finished with a morning meeting and a lengthy phone interview for an article I'm writing, so I didn't see this until now. Bloody stupid geography -- if only we weren't so far apart. And yes, Angel, I know exactly what I've "signed on" for; we have the same diagnosis, so I've no doubt the shoe will be on the other foot and I'll be reaching out to you at times too. Please please please be careful with that Xanax. I understand from personal experience how desperately you need to shut off the anxiety immediately. But be careful not to keep adding pills, thinking, "If I just take a little more ... " By tomorrow your T will be back and I hope she'll be able to bring this under control. I know a day can seem like a decade under these conditions, but just try to hang on. E-mail me. PM me. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help. Hang on, and remember I'm here, and think about how deeply I care about you. Cheshire Cat