Happy New Year to you all.
Unfortunately mine hasn't had a very good start . Better start at the beginning.
The weekend before I lost Bobby I had the father and mother of a Panic / Anxiety Attack and ended up in A&E because I frightened the living daylights out of Papa Bear .Suffice to say they weren't much help and packed me off home with two paracetemols and " Go see your GP on Monday ".
We managed to crawl through the weekend and I saw my GP Monday morning. Fortunately I got in to see the Doc who's seen me through my past breakdowns and I didn't have to do much explaining . He reckons it had been building up for a while and asked how I'd been over the past month . After a long chat he figured the bad case of Novemberitis I blogged about was warning bells and I hadn't heard them .He put me on a course of tablets I've been on before and have to see him again on Monday .
I managed to get through Christmas with my family and seemed to be getting a bit better , I even managed a trip to see my Sister-in Law . But for some reason I began to feel low again yesterday .
This morning saw me have another doosey of an attack which just wouldn't go away . As out of hours doctors aren't much help Papa Bear rang my very good friend Ambermoggie and between them they managed to scrape me off the ceiling .Amber has a very soothing voice and managed to get my breathing under control to which I am very grateful . After I'd calmed down me and Papa Bear went for a walk on the park near us and touch wood I'm still quite calm.I'm hoping it will last but it's comforting to know that Papa Bear is here and Amber and Mr Mog are only at the other end of a telephone . With there help I'll come out the other end of this .