"And They're Calling Me By My Name..."

I gave blood this afternoon when I really shouldn't have, and was sick for the rest of the day; I nearly threw up during my reporter practicum and then again during rural healthcare issues (which would have been mildly ironic, but no). I also had a panic attack in the stairs, although that was only partly from anxiety, the other part being from the blood-giving, which for some reason caused me to tach, I have no idea why. I like giving blood, so there shouldn't be any white-coat syndrome.

But I did finally get my prescription, so hopefully the mania is going to clear up soon. Although actually my roommate went to bed shortly ago and turned off the lights when she did, so I'm not manic any more, I'm on the verge of tears, hello light affective depression, so sorry your vacation was a short one.

School is going fine when I can concentrate on it. Maria's horrifying college situation also seems like it might be evening out a little. My social life is weirdly coherent, considering how frequently I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I hope to be not in the hospital for Hallowe'en this year! There are many good things going on right now, I'm just not in a position to appreciate them at the moment.

I just need to keep reminding myself of that fact.