My 25-year-old friend can't be dead. He just watched a movie. People who just watched a movie and posted about it on Facebook can't die. No. No no no no no.
(Note: this post is part of a series about navigating my way through the 10 Rules for Coping with Panic, which is a nifty little list I keep in my wallet....
We need to play an active role in our own treatment. We can't just close our eyes and let our doctors make the decisions that will affect our bodies.
Part of the beauty of books and notebooks is this: we use them. We use them up. We crumple them, we write in or on them, and we make them ours.
I want to create a truce with caffeine. I want to recognize that my body's reactions to this drug are completely normal. I want to train myself to be comfortable with caffeine again.
Has anyone ever accused you of malingering -- that is, faking sick? It's all too common for those of us with illnesses that can't easily be detected by the untrained everyman.
Caffeine is an unavoidable drug, and I don't want to fear it. I don't want the buzzy sensation I feel when I take the migraine meds to create a fertile breeding ground for panic.
If you had a rough work week, perhaps you're exhausted. And I'd love to know something about your exhaustion: do you treat it with sleep or with caffeine?
Adrenaline is not my friend. I don't search for it. And when it finds me accidentally, I usually tell it to shut up.