I am so panicked this morning about the outcome of the election, and I don't even get SSI or SSDI as H's salary is too high and I've never worked long enough to qualify for aid (and it's not like we're even well off but we make do). Now EPA regulations are going to go down the drain, if the EPA doesn't cease to exist altogether. I live in an industrial area, less than 5 miles from a massive area of chemical plants. We already have shelter-in-place (with windows closed, AC off, just miserable in this climate no matter the season of the year) whenever the plants have an accident and tons of bad air quality days; I just foresee it getting worse.

OK, try not to panic, blueberry, it's not going to do you any good. Accept the things you cannot change, right? How on earth does one do THAT?!

Edited: OMG, I want to take some Seroquel so bad, I am panicking so much, but I have an appointment with the dermatologist this AM, and I have to get more removal and another biopsy on an abnormal mole. Kind of anxious about it; H had to have this done once, and he got really hacked up, ended up with a scar on his back. My mole is on my waist line, right where my shorts waistline sits. I am wearing a dress to this appointment because of that.

But the panic is more about the election than the dermatologist appointment.