Dear Friends,
Sasha is home, thank hevvin. I’m on my way to Marin, but before I can even get out of the house, there are so many things to do, including giving Sasha a shot of heparin — to prevent clots — that I suddenly found myself in the middle of a good ole-fashioned anxiety attack, including slightly shaking hands. So I asked Tania to give the morning injection, and promised I could do it this evening. I’ve got to get to the bank, get gas in the car, and I’m going to be waaaaay late. Wendy is the first person to say, “Don’t worry; any time you get here, it’ll be fine,” but anxiety attacks don’t allow that message to get through convincingly.
I’ll continue this later today — this evening — by which time I should have calmed down and retrieved my normal state (well, at least I’ll be over the anxiety stuff).
I haven’t even opened a single Xmas present yet. And I haven’t sent off most of the Xmas presents to my family, would you believe! It’s ridiculous. Have to remember that everybody understands and stop beating myself up about it.
To be continued when I return home from my Mental Health Day.
Ann/Nanna
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