So, last weekend I kinda had an emotional meltdown. I've been having trouble with anxiety, kind of forever, but it's gotten worse in my 40s. Maybe it's hormonal changes. My sister kept badgering me via email about us texting on the road during our trip, and she didn't seem to be getting it that we have loadable phones, not unlimited minutes. Then she said something to my brother, who emailed a smart-ass remark about well, if someone had sent me $200 for a trip, the least I could do was buy some cell phone minutes. Then he emailed all siblings about us having the Dysfunctional Family Reunion. It all just rubbed me the wrong way, and after several angry emails back and forth, my sister finally called and I burst into tears on the phone.
Good times.
She then gave my brother a talking-to, who was like: What? What'd I do?! He emailed that we needed to talk. He emailed several apologies that he was just joking, he wasn't saying anything about our financial situation, the Dysfunctional Family thing was an inside joke between he and BJ, but he copied everyone for a laugh.
I had also emailed Jami Monday during the day to tell her about my crying meltdown.
And I emailed my Dr. Sunday night because it was kind of scary that I just couldn't let it go. Uncontrollable crying, tears that just wouldn't stop (even in bed, after Pamprin again). She emailed that I should come in after my vacation, but did I want her to fax me in an Rx to get through the vacation? YES.
So, my Monday evening commute was a little longer than expected. There was a CROWD at Dupont Circle Metro Station. By the time I got to the car, Steve said there had been a train crash. No details. We stopped at Target on the way home for my Rx. As soon as we got in the door, the phone was ringing: Jami saw on the news (in Georgia) that we had a commuter train crash, and she wanted to be sure I wasn't on it. She recommended I start calling family to let them know I was okay. She hadn't yet read my email about the crying meltdown over the weekend.
So, I called Ken first. He said, first, glad you weren't in that crash! Second, it was all just misunderstandings. I said I wasn't sure why I overreacted. He (being a guy) said let's just forget it. Also, he's going to see about sending us some money to put in savings just to have some breathing room, after our vacation next week (we're all meeting in Georgia). He's been buying cars, fixing them up, and selling them for profit. He said maybe this all happened for a reason, because now he knows just what kind of situation we are in financially and emotionally. He also said you can't tell tone of voice or hear intent in an email. I said we should all call on the phone more often. He agreed. I also called BJ, who was glad my talk with Ken went well. I called Mom & Bob, and Bob answered, and said he just saw it and just thought of me. I called Pat and left a message with whoever answered the phone. I texted Mike while I was on the phone, and he texted back that he was just about to call. I left a VM for my sister Marilynn, and she called right back. I called Lin on her way home from work - she asked casualty count, then said that would go up (she's a nurse). I texted Darla, who replied she knew I didn't ride the Red Line. I texted Sharon, and she called, just to be sure I was okay. I called Janet, who had no idea what was going on.
Steve's brother Jason had just called us the day before, Sunday evening. I didn't think to call him, but he called Tuesday during the day to be sure I was okay - wasn't that sweet?
Jami emailed Tuesday that she was sorry she hadn't seen my email before she called! She totally understood, though.
So - my Dr. prescribed something called Clonazepam. Half tabs. She suggested twice a day, but I'm only taking it at night. Drowsy right away. And chilled out the next day. I'll be taking it again tonight, but not tomorrow since we'll be hitting the road for Georgia.
CHIK-UN BIS-KITS:
Steve had the brilliant idea of having chicken cooked in the iron skillet (how else?!) over biscuits, with Frank's Hot Sauce.
Steve couldn't wait for me to get the camera.
Yummy Biscuit Goodness.
I also sewed my big sketchbook together over the weekend. I cut chipboard (heavy bookmaking cardboard) for covers. But I need to decide what I want on the covers, then cover them and glue them on. I'll finish it when I return from vacation.
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