From the very second I walked in the door until the very second I left, I was busy. Busier than busy. Busy where your head is spinning and all you want to do is scccrrreeeeaaammm! Busy where you can't remember was just happened two seconds ago, because you already are trying to remember what you're supposed to be doing that second. Busy where you wish the correct procedure for filling prescriptions was chucking the med bottles straight at the patients faces because really, this would be a LOT faster, and totally stress relieving, so, everyone wins.
Our phone was ringing NONE STOP, all. day. long. Every manufacturer stopped producing oxycodone and now we have like half a million "dope heads" (as the pharmacist calls them) knocking down our door (and our phones) to try and find some. As soon as the first words come out of their mouth we know the answer to their question, but we can't be rude because they could get mad and come rob us or shoot us to pieces or something, so instead we have to wait patiently for them to put words together and form sentenses (this can be VERY hard for some) before we tell them "no, we don't have them". This, all in the middle of trying to take care of the people who are actually waiting on you to fill their prescriptions. It was just too much.
My chest started to feel so tight, like one huge air bubble was caught somewhere, and I started taking slow deep breaths to ease it, but? I COULDN'T TAKE DEEP BREATHS. The breaths I took were all shallow, and sad, and pissed off at the world, and just making things worse. Even the pharmacist said he "felt like he took a deep breath in, and never let it out". Anxiet attack anyone? Lemme tell ya, not much fun.
So now I'm home, and tired as all crap, and dreading teaching dance tomorrow because I really need to make up more choreography for their recital dances, but I had a stressful day dammit and just want to relax with some wine and some Pete, and so, THAT is exactly what I will be doing tonight. So there.
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I've had a few anxiety attacks and they were not a lot of fun. Deep breaths do help as does a walk, but just take stuff one step at a time and it'll be okay.
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