Anyways, the next night, traumatized from one bad night of sleep, I started having a panic attack the second my head hit the pillow. It was pretty intense, but my Mom had just gone to sleep, and I didn't want to bother the company. So, I took 2 Klonopin, knowing it would knock me out, and called my Dad. He's always said I could call anytime, and it wasn't even midnight. He's been really supportive lately. We talked until I started drooping.
I'm definitely still sick, but I'm feeling so much better today. Claritin really works to help you breathe. And good sleep makes all the difference. I won't be surprised if I have another bad day or two, since that's what usually happens, but maybe my Dad and I really will start work on cleaning Grandma's house on Saturday.
While watching My Body is a Cage last night, I got an idea for a short fic I just had to write. It's kind of sad, but hopefully, it reflects what will happen in the last two episodes of the season. Or hopefully not - depending.
Oh, my goodness. I've been listening to this song all day. It worked quite well for writing Recovery, but it fits Dreaming in Shadow perfectly!