I had such a great day yesterday. "For the first time in my life, I know what contentment feels like," I told Dad as I was taking my medications last night. This led to a discussion of some of my various shenanigans when I was very ill.
"You remember the time you thought Emeril Legasse was coming to pick you up and fly you to New York for his TV show?" Dad asked.
I laughed. "I can't believe I thought that at one time. I thought it was real though."
My medications always make me dopey and drowsy, and soon I was in the bed for another day.
Today? I am feeling kind of shaky. Not too bad. But I've had a few close calls with anxiety attack symptoms. I was lying in the bed this afternoon watching Stargate: Atlantis, and my heart started to furiously race. I lay down flat and still, and got to feeling better.
I do have somewhat of a treat to look forward to tonight. I've got a big pot of vegetable soup on the stove. The wonderful smells have been torturing my taste buds for hours. All I have to do is make some cornbread.