Dealing with a panic attack this morning - but I can't afford to take the time off. Not only do I not have any sick time left, I can't afford the occurence. So heigh-ho, heigh-ho, off to work I went, trying my damnedest to not go into the full blown crying and hyperventilating stage of the panic attack. Fortunately, managed to make it so far, and my chest feels much less tight and everything. *whew!*
Today's the day of the long calls, it seems. They haven't been horrible, just bloody *long*. I was thinking earlier about trying to get an accomodation (basically a note from the doctor saying "Stephie gets panic attacks, please don't fire her if she has to miss work"), but I'm not going to. It would just be a free pass for me to not come in when things get yucky, and I don't want an excuse to slide down that slope. Not to mention that I never want to have to go through the humiliating experience of explaining everything to my boss, while inevitably breaking down in tears. Once in one lifetime is more than enough, thanks.
*sigh* Home soon. Then crash, and Eric's saying that he's going to make tortellini for dinner. Yay!