I called my mom today, thank God. She sounded good. But she won't use her hearing aid. She says it's hard to place it right. So I was shouting into my headphones, lying on my back in bed, because it's hard to have an anxiety attack when you're lying in bed on your back. The 2 POS were listening to the whole thing. Then there was a hornet in my room and it disappeared after I ended the call. I hung up while my mom was starting another sentence by accident. I feel very guilty. She wants to see the rose bushes she bought at her apartment. The landlady said she'd plant them. Hopefully maybe they can take her to see them.

I have anxiety. A nurse or something told me she'd give me an Ativan for anxiety. I don't know what she meant. One? As opposed to none? The anxiety has gotten worse and worse today. I had it last night too and I forgot to ask for it when my night meds came. I'm really afraid to look for certain stuff in my drawers because the lock gets picked and things get taken. I'm afraid.