I know this has nothing to do with anything, but I have to post or drive myself nuts.
I had an anxiety attack out of the blue on the drive home today (it's about an hour drive in heavy traffic). My heart was racing so fast and I was not able to calm myself down. I called DH and my mom who both tried to help via phone, but...there were several times that I wanted to pull over and do I don't know what. I finally took one of my prescriptions and still during the next 30 minutes of the drive it didn't work. I somehow got both the boys picked up (2 different places) and got home. As I pull in the driveway my neighbor's DH asks if I can babysit tomorrow night - I said yes b/c I might be needing your help tonight if I can't get my panic attack under control. Somewhere in all this I took another pill which didn't seem to work either. Finally I get in the house and my neighbor calls and tells me she's coming over to help. She helps me get the kids fed and her kid plays with mine. I changed into sweats and read a couple of passages out of my all time lifesaver book "The Anxiety and Phobia Workbook". At this point, I'm feeling better but a little dizzy/drugged from the meds. She stuck around so I could get C to bed.
Now J and I are laying in my bed, he is watching cartoons and I'm on here. I feel a lot better, but this was the worst anxiety attack I ever remember having (I've never had to take two pills - I usually very sensitive to meds) and it was made worse that DH is out of town tonight. Luckily, I have several neighbors that love my kids and are very sweet to help me when I need it. I don't usuallly like to share that I have panic disorder, so I hope they don't look at me funny now.
If you made it this far, thanks. I just needed to vent.