Last night, at about 8pm, I might have had a small anxiety attack. My heart began to race, I couldn't breathe very well, I got a bad headache all of a sudden, and I couldn't seem to wrap my brain around anything.
I asked my husband, "Don't most heart attacks happen on Monday morning?"
He said, "uh...yep. They do. Why?"
I said, "What about Sunday night?"
So I took some ibuprofen and went to bed, trying to think of other things. The other things generally involve me visualizing how my life will be when I am self-employed. And then I drift off to sleep, calm, peaceful.
Today at work, I didn't have a heart attack. But work is bad for me right now. Very, very bad.