Well, the 19 day stretch of stability I had been experiencing has come to a screeching halt.
By the time Corey got home I was yelling at David Tutera on My Fair Wedding on tv, throwing the remote down and, with gritted teeth, growling, “I can’t watch this anymore!”
(Irritability. Usually I gobble that crap up.)
But hey, those 19 days were pretty spectacular. It wasn’t like I didn’t do anything too far out of my comfort zone, and it wasn’t that I got a lot done (though I did clean my particularly messy bathroom) but I felt relaxed and at ease for all 19 of those days. To me, the stretch felt a lot longer than it really was, though possibly because this was the longest stretch of stability I’ve experienced in over two years.
My anxiety has made a pretty intense comeback as well, I’ve been doing a lot of “catching up” with my breathing (what feels like I’m not getting enough air, and having to take a long deep breath to catch up).
It looks like it may be time to start up with the medication trials again. More to come on that front.