Sometimes I freak out.

I have a (usually manageable) anxiety disorder.  I get panic attacks.  Sometimes I'll get a bunch in a row, and sometimes I won't have them for months or even a year.  Sometimes I panic for no tangible reason, and sometimes I panic because of something real.  Like having a big operation.

I haven't had a big panic attack about my surgery (yet).  But sometimes, like a few moments last night, I thought I might.  It's the pits.  Hanging out with my dog helps.  Just look at how cute she is.  Click on her to make the picture big.