So I found out this morning that I can end up sending myself into a anxiety attack because I don’t have my anxiety meds. I woke up and went to take my meds, only to find that my anxiety meds were empty!
I was sure I had refilled them!
So I started calling my pharmacist and R walked in. I told him I was trying not to panic because I was out of meds. He said he had a big bag of stuff he filled from all the clutter on my desk. So, he got the bag, dug through it a bit, and poof there was a brand spanking new thing of precious, precious anxiety meds.
So now I’ve got all my medications and I’m good to go for the day. Oh yeah.
Did I mention that my husband cleaned my desk from super cluttered mess to nearly spotless, and I totally didn’t even notice?
My poor husband does so much for me that I miss but ultimately appreciate. Now I can work on more music easier!
Have a beautiful day sunshines.