Hi everyone and thank you for caring about me so much and for asking about where I got to...makes me feel so loved and wanted:-)

((((((((((((((((EVERYONE)))))))))))))))))

Well, I have been trying to come up with a good description of how I feel most days and it feels like I'm constantly walking around with a pot of coffee in me. I'm almost "humming" (like a live electrical line) with anxiety. Sometimes it's a low-voltage current simmering just below the surface and other times it feels like a bolt of lightening. My eyes also play tricks on me but of course I sit here each day in front of this beast.

I've been working on my new site (and all the hard work it entails) and fighting with anxiety so I hav'nt been around much lately. The Oxazepam is working nicely but I try not to become too depandant on it. All my (extensive) tests came back normal so I'm thinking perhaps they missed something. Perhaps it never really was anxiety in the first place (over 10 years I've suffered). Perhaps the test results are being masked by whatever disease I have. Maybe they'll find out when when they autopsy me someday (if that happens) before burial. Ah...such are the thoughts buzzing through my brain.

Anyway, a great big hug to you folks and tons of gratitude for being there for me and to Doc John for making this place available!.